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 mud pack
On my face
Oh who would 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 a
Maiden's prayer again
And wish that you
Were there again
To get into my hair again
It never entered my mind
Once you warned me
That if you scorned me
I'd sing a
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