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Why do stage struck maidens clamor To be actin' in the drammer? (We've heard say you are gay night and day.) Oh, go 'way! (We drink water from a dipper, You drink champagne from a slipper.) Tho' it seems cruel to bust All your dreams, still I must; Here's the truth I tell you: Life upon the wicked stage Ain't ever what a girl supposes; Stage door Johnnies aren't raging Over you with gems and roses. When you let a feller hold your hand (which Means an extra beer or sandwich), Ev'rybody whispers: "Ain't her life a whirl?" Though you're warned against a roue Ruining your reputation, I have played around The one night trade around A great big nation: Wild old men who give you jewels and sables Only live in Aesop's Fables. Life upon the wicked stage Ain't nothin' for a girl. (Though we've listened to you moan and grieve, you Must pardon us if we do not believe you, There is no doubt you're crazy about Your awful stage!) I admit it's fun To smear my face with paint, Causing ev'ryone to think I'm what I ain't, And I like to play a demi-mondy role With soul! Ask the hero does he like the way I lure When I play a hussy or a paramour, Yet when once the curtain's down My life is pure, and how I dread it! (Life upon the wicked stage Ain't ever what a girl supposes, Stage door Johnnies aren't raging Over you with gems and roses.) If some gentleman would talk with reason I would cancel all next season. Life upon the wicked stage Ain't nothin' for a girl! (You'd be back the season after!) I've got virtue, but it ain't been tested, No one's even interested. Life upon the wicked stage...
Writer(s): Jerome Kern, Oscar Ii Hammerstein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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