I don't care if there's powder on my nose
I don't care if my hair-do is in place
I've lost the very meaning of repose
I never put a mudpack on my faceOh who'd have thought that I walk in a daze now
I never go to shows at night but just to matinees now
I see the show, and home I go
Once I laughed when I heard you sayingThat I'd be playing solitaire
Uneasy in my easy chair
It never entered my mind
Once you told me I was mistakenThat I'd awaken with the sun
And order orange juice for one
It never entered my mind
You have what I lack myselfAnd now I even have to scratch my back myself
Once you warned me that if you scorned me
I'd sing the maiden's prayer again
And wish that you were there againTo get into my hair again
It never entered my mind
Once you warned me that if you scorned me
I'd sing the maiden's prayer againAnd wish that you were there again
To get into my hair again
It never entered my mind
It never entered my mind
Songwriters
LORENZ HART, RICHARD RODGERSPublished by
Lyrics © IMAGEM U.S. LLC