I used to be lieve in the days I was pure,
and I was pure like you used to be.
My wonderful someone will come to me someday,
and then it will all depend on me.
If he's a fine man, if he's a rich man,
wears a fine cravat, smokes a cigar,
And if he's gallant and treats me like a lady,
then I shall tell him sorry.
Chin up high, keep your powder dry,
don't relax or go too far.
Look, the moon is gonna shine till dawn.
Keep the little rowboat cruising on and on.
You stay perpendic ular
Oh, you can't
Just let a man walk over you
Cold and dignified
Is what you are
Such a whole lot of things can happen,
so firmly say, but sweetly, sorry.
One day comes a man,
but what kind of a man?
Do you know why he
does what he does?
He walked into my room, and he hung up his hat,
and I just didn't know where I was.
He was a lean man, he was a mean man,
he didn't own a cravat, smoked no cigar, and
God knows
He never made me feel a lady
There just wasn't time for sorry
Chin up high,
my chin was down my shoes
And I relaxed, but far too far
Oh, the way the moon kept shining on
The night was nice for rowing
And this girl was gone
Not so perpendicular
So you let a man
Just walk right over you
Who said dignified
Is what you are
Such a wonderful lot of terrible
things did hap pen
And now it's you can tell me sorry