I'm in love with you, but I'll admit, I've told the same tale o'er
To a lot of girls, but I'll admit, 'twas never meant before.
Like ev'ry boy, I've loved a few, 'tis true,
But never with a love I feel for you.
So I think for future happiness,
My past I should confess.

Chorus: There's a girl in Havana.
There's a girl in Savannah.
I've wooed a few sweet girlies who
I promised to be true to,
But then I never knew, dear,
That I'd ever meet you, dear,
So let's forget the girls I met
Before I met you.

If a fellow says he loves you, and he's never said the same
To another girl, if you believe him, you're the one to blame.
When love is true, each thought you would confide.
When love is true, there's naught that you could hide.
So to prove my love is not amiss,
Is why I tell you this.

Words and Music By E. Ray Goetz & A. Baldwin Sloane [and Irving Berlin] - 1911
Performed by Ella Retford (1886 - 1962)
From Music Hall Lyrics Collection
Contributed by Jim Dixon - April 2014
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