SHE CAN'T FIND HER KEYS
(Roy Alfred / Wally Gold)


Paul Peterson - 1962





(Sha-la, sha-la, sha-la)

When I take my baby home at night
I can't wait to kiss amd hold her tight
But right then the time begins to drag
When she starts searching through her bag

(She says, "Just a moment, please, I can't find my keys")
(And here's what happens while he's waiting for a squeeze)

She pulls out lipstick, powder, bubble gum and bobbi pins
But she can't find her keys (Her keys)
Curlers, tweezers, cold cream and candy bars
But she can't find her keys (Her keys)
Nail files, school books, an autograph of Fabian
That she can find with ease
But I'm standin' here waitin' for a goodnight kiss
'Cause she can't find her keys

(Sha-la, sha-la, sha-la)
(She can't find her keys)

I give up, go home and go to sleep
But next night, my date with her I keep
Walk her home, we start to kiss and then
It all starts happening again

(She says, "Just a moment, please, I can't find my keys")
(And here's what happens while he's waiting for a squeeze)

She pulls out gumdrops, glasses, magazines and tangerines
But she can't find her keys (Her keys)
Presley records, hairspray, jellybeans
But she can't find her keys (Her keys)
Eyebrow pencils, perfume and potato chips 
And portable batteries
But I'm standin' here waitin' for a goodnight kiss
'Cause she can't find her keys

(But he's standing there waiting for a goodnight kiss)
('Cause she can't find her keys)






(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - July 2013)