But darling
When a woman
Has a husband
And you've got none
Why should she take
Advice from you?
Even if you can
Quote Balzac and
Shakespeare
And all them other
High falutin'
Greeks
Mama, if you don't
Mind my saying so
You have a bad
Habit
Of changing every
Subject
Now I haven't
Changed the subject
I was talkin' about
That stranger
What stranger?
With the suitcases
Who may be your
Very last chance
Mama, do you think
That I'd allow
A common masher?
No really, Mama!
I have my standards
Where men are
Concerned
And I have no
Intention...
I know all about
Your standards
And if you don't
Mind my sayin' so
There's not a man
Alive who could
Hope
To measure up
To that blend a'
Paul Bunyan
Saint Pat and
Noah Webster
You've concocted
For yourself
Out a' your
lrish imagination
Your lowa
Stubbornness
And your
Liberry full
A' books!