Please Don't Make Me Be Good - Howard McGillin, Cole Porter, Evans Haile

I’ve wasted years enslaving myself

By behaving myself

I’ve wasted tears consoling myself

For controlling myself

But when the right man arrives

It’s a question of our two lives

So that’s when I’ll start addressing myself

By confessing myself

I’ll say to him:

I’m so awfully weary

Doing just what I should

I’m getting so bored

With virtue’s reward

So please don’t make me be good

Gee, but life can be dreary

When you’re misunderstood

In spite of my rep

I’m all full of pep

So please don’t make me be good

Though Heaven may

Be okay

When life’s long journey ends

I’d rather go

Down below

And be with my intimate friends

God bless 'em!

I could love you, my dearie

More than anyone could

You can make me, sweetheart

But please don’t make me be good