The Sadder But Wiser Girl

No sweet and pure angelic lass for me That kinda gal can spin a web, you see She trades on wholesome innocence galore But it's my independence that she's tradin' for 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 faun, 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, I rave, for the virtue, I'm too late to save The sadder but wiser girl for me No bright-eyed, blushing, breathless baby-doll baby No, sir, that kinda child ties knots no sailor ever knew I prefer to take a chance On a more adult romance No dewy young miss who keeps resisting All the time she keeps insisting No wide-eyed, wholesome, innocent female Why, she's the fisherman, I'm the fish, you'll see I flinch, I shy when a lass with the delicate air goes by I smile, I grin when the gal with a touch of sin walks in I hope, and I pray for Hester to win just one more 'A' The sadder but wiser girl for me No giggling ice cream soda drinker Out to hook you line and sinker No honey throated beckoning siren I plug my ears, and I grab my oars, and I flee I cheer, I boo at the puritan hearted ingénue I yearn, I long for the woman whose Pop says, "What went wrong?" I root, and I clap for the dame in the gownless evening strap The sadder but wiser girl's the girl for me The sadder but wiser girl for me