Pick-A-Little, Talk-A-Little

No wide-eyed eager innocent wholesome Sunday school teacher for me That kind of gal spins webs no spider ever Now listen boy A gal who trades on all that purity Merely wants to trade my independence for her security The only affirmative she will file refers to marching down the aisle No golden glorious gleaming pristine goddess No sir For no Diana do I play fawn I can tell you that right now I snarl I hiss How can ignorance be compared to bliss I spark I fizz For the lady who knows what time it is I cheer And I rave For the virtue I'm too late to say The sadder but wiser girl for me No bright-eyed blushing breathless baby doll baby No sir that kind of child ties knots no sailor ever knew I prefer to take a chance On a more adult romance No do young miss who keeps resisting All the time she keeps insisting No wide-eyed wholesome innocent female No sir Why she's the fisherman I'm the fish you see Plop! I flinch I shy When the last with the delicate air goes by I smile I grin When the gal with the touch of sin walks in I hope And I pray For a Hester to win just one more A The sadder but wiser girl's the girl for me The sadder but wiser girl for me