I don't care
if there's powder on my nose
I don't care
if my hair do is in place
I've lost
the very meaning of repose
I never put a mudpack
on my face
Oh who'd have thought
that I walk in a daze now
I never go to shows at night
but just to matinees now
I see the show
and home I go
Once I laughed
when I heard you saying
That I'd be playing solitaire
Uneasy in my easy chair
It never entered my mind
Once you told me I was mistaken
That I'd awaken with the sun
And order orange juice for one
It never entered my mind
You have what I lack myself
And now I even have
to scratch my back myself
Once you warned me
that if you scorned me
I'd sing the maiden's
prayer again
And wish that you were
there again
To get into my hair again
It never entered my mind
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Once you warned me
that if you scorned me
I'd sing the maiden's
prayer again
And wish that you were
there again
To get into my hair again
It never entered my mind
It never entered my mind