Lyrics:
A smart and stylish girl you see,
Belle of good society;
Not too strict, but rather free,
Yet as right as right can be!
Never forward, never bold—
Not too hot and not too cold,
But the very thing, I'm told,
That in your arms you'd like to hold!
I'm not extravagantly shy,
And when a nice young man is nigh,
For his heart I have a try—
And faint away with tearful cry!
When the good young man, in haste,
Will support me round the waist;
I don't come to, while thus embraced,
Till of my lips he steals a taste!
I'm a timid flow'r of innocence,
Pa says that I have no sense—
I'm one eternal big expense;
But men say that I'm just immense!
Ere my verses I conclude,
I'd like it known and understood,
Tho' free as air, I'm never rude—
I'm not too bad and not too good!
You should see me out with Pa,
Prim, and most particular;
The young men say, “Ah, there you are!”
And Pa says, “That's peculiar!”
“It's like their cheek!” I say, and so
Off again with Pa I go—
He's quite satisfied—although,
When his back's turned—well, you know—
When with swells I'm out to dine,
All my hunger I resign;
Tast the food, and sip the wine—
No such daintiness as mine!
But when I am all alone,
For shortcomings I atone!
No old frumps to stare like stone—
Chops and chicken on my own!
Sometimes Pa, says, with a frown,
“Soon, you'll have to settle down—
Have to wear your wedding gown—
Be the strictest wife in town!”
Well, it must come by-and-by—
When wed, to keep quiet I'll try;
But till then I shall not sigh,
I shall still go in for my—
