[Verse 1 – demure deception] Oh no, I don’t flirt — I graciously beam. I don’t chase boys — I let them dream. I’m terribly proper, I sip and I smile… But somehow end up lingering a while. I’m not the type to kiss and tell — But I might if the kiss goes very well. I’m sweet on the surface, but here’s the thrill… I couldn’t possibly… (beat) but I probably will. ⸻ [Chorus] I wouldn’t dare — that’s what I said, Before I found him half undressed in my bed. He whispered “stop,” I said “be still!” I couldn’t possibly… but I probably will. He offered his heart, I just took the rest — A dog tag, his jacket, and part of his vest. I’m not the type for cheap romance — But if he asks twice… I might dance. ⸻ [Verse 2 – raising the stakes] They call me a tease — how crude, how grim! Just because I wink when I look at him. I walk past the mess hall, they all stand tall — I smile. They drop trays. I’ve seen them all. I don’t accept gifts or fancy wine… Unless they offer it with a line. And if they do, I hold it still — And say “I couldn’t possibly…” (smirk) …but I probably will. ⸻ [🆕 Verse 3 – the grand tour begins] The signalman sighed, the helmsman grinned, The cook said “ma’am?” — I just climbed in. The gunners, the medics, the boys in the brig — Turns out I love a man in a rig. From stern to bow, from deck to keel, Each had charm — and quite the feel. I’m making my way (for health and thrill!) Through every rank — and I probably will. ⸻ [Bridge – mock romantic] Oh someday I’ll settle, be quiet and prim, Knit by the fire… with no thought of him. But while I’m young, and soft, and thrilled… Let’s say I won’t — but know I will. ⸻ [🆕 Final Chorus – full swing, ensemble echoes ) I couldn’t possibly! (She says with grace!) But you’ll find my lipstick (all over their face) From engine to bridge, and bunk to drill — If he’s got a name tag… (She probably will) I’m not selective — I’m just complete, I like my admirers in a full fleet. So sound the horn, and pour the swill — I couldn’t possibly… (spoken) …but I probably will.
