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'd never put a mud pack
On my face
Oh who'd have thought
That I'd 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
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