Beware Of Young Girls

Текст песни Dory Previn - Beware Of Young Girls

Beware of Young Girls LyricsBeware of young girls who come to the door
Wistful and pale, of twenty and four
Delivering daisies with delicate hands
Beware of young girls, too often they crave
To cry at a wedding, and dance on a grave
She was my friend, my friend, my friend
She was invited to my house
Oh yes, she was
And though she knew my love was true
And no ordinary thing
She admired my wedding ring
She admired my wedding ring
She was my friend, my friend, my friend
She sent us little silver gifts
Oh yes she did
Oh what a rare and happy pair she inevitably said
As she glanced at my unmade bed
She admired my unmade bed
My bed

Beware of young girls who come to the door
Wistful and pale, of twenty and four
Delivering daisies with delicate hands
Beware of young girls, too often they crave
To cry at a wedding, and dance on a grave

She was my friend, my friend, my friend
I thought her motives were sincere
Oh yes I did
Ah, but this lass, it came to pass
Had a dark and different plan
She admired my own sweet man
She admired my own sweet man

We were friends
Oh yes we were
And she just took him from my life
Oh yes she did
So young and vain, she brought me pain
But I'm wise enough to say
She will leave him one thoughtless day
She'll just leave him and go away
Oh yes
Beware of young girls who come to the door
Wistful and pale, of twenty and four
Delivering daisies with delicate hands
Beware of young girls, too often they crave
To cry at a wedding, and dance on a grave

Beware of young girls
Beware of young girls
Beware