I'm in love with the honourable Mr. So-And-So
I can't mention his name with proprietary
He's a pillar of Gotham society
And the newspaper columnists all would love to know
I'm in love with the honourable Mr. So-And-So
He goes out with a fashionable Lady So-And-So
While they dine and they dance in a swell room
I must wait in a stuffy hotel room
For the moments so rare, but convenient for him to spare
He gets terribly annoyed if he doesn't find me there
Why must I be living in a back street
Just so he can hide me
I long to shout it from the housetops
Instead of keeping it all inside me
There are so many fascinating places I could go
Invitations galore I get nightly
"Awfully sorry", I tell them politely
I'm in love with the honourable Mr. So-And-So
