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 roué Ruining your reputation When you 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 Is nothin' for a girl
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 demimondaine 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 girlTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
