Show 3iy PLIGHT V Diamonds < meralds pearls V Silken things satin and laco Jove how my cranium whirls V I Is it queer Im forgetting her face This morning I met her in pink This evening her ball dress was preen In the afternoon pray let me think I Ino lie t O her dress had a silvery sheen And its also the same with her gloves And her hats and her shoes and Lord knows Ones a different chap when one loves I may be the same with her hose So no wonder my cranium whirls And I groan at my Fingular plight I have to make love to ten girls All in one from each morn till night |