I have always
Been a woman who
Arranges things
For the pleasure
And the profit
It derives
I have always
Been a woman who
Arranges things
Like furniture
And daffodils
And lives
When a man with
A timid tongue
Meets a girl with
A diffident air
Why should the
Tortured creatures
Beat around the bush
When heaven knows
Mother Nature always
Needs a little push
So I put my hand
In here
I put my hand
In there
And a girl over
Six foot three
Loves a man who
Comes up to her ear
Surely it's obvious
She'll never
Be seduced
Til some kind
Soul condescends
To give her beau
A little boost
So I put my hand
In there
I put my hand
In here
I have always
Been a woman who
Arranges things
It's my duty to
Assist the Lord
Up above
I have always
Been a woman who
Arranges things
Like luncheon parties
Poker games
And love
My aplomb at
Cosmetic art
Turned a frump
To a trump lady fair
She had a
Countenance
A little bit
Like Scrooge
But oh today
You would swear
The Lord himself
Applied the rouge
So I put my hand
In there
I put my hand
In here
I twist a little
Stir a little
Him a little
Her a little
Shape a little
Mold a little
Some poor chap
Gets sold a little
When I use my
Fist a little
Some young bride
Gets kissed
A little pressure
With the thumbs
Matrimony comes
When I put my
Hand in there
For when my
Little pinky wiggles
Some young maiden
Gets the giggles
Then I make my
Knuckes active
''My'' he says
''She's so attractive''
Then I move my
Index digit
And they both
Begin to fidget
Then I clench
My palm
The preacher reads
The psalm
When I put
My hand in there
In there
In there