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Beware Of Young Girls - Dory Previn
Beware of young girls
Who come to the door
Wistful and pale
Of twenty and four
Delivering daisies
With delicate hands
Beware of young girls
Too often they crave
To cry
At a wedding
And dance
On a grave
She was my friend
My friend
My friend
She was invited to my house
Oh yes
She was
And though she knew my love was true
And no ordinary thing
She admired my wedding ring
She admired my wedding ring
She was my friend
My friend
My friend
She sent us little silver gifts
Oh yes
She did
Oh what a rare and happy pair
She inevitably said
As she glanced at my unmade bed
She admired my unmade bed
My bed
Beware of young girls
Who come to the door
Wistful and pale of twenty and four
Delivering daisies
With delicate hands
Beware of young girls
To often they crave
To cry
At a wedding
And dance
On a grave
She was my friend
My friend
My friend
I thought her motives were sincere
Oh yes
I did
Ah but this lass it came to pass
Had a dark and different plan
She admired my own sweet man
She admired my own sweet man
We were friends
Oh yes
We were
And she just took him from my life
Oh yes
She did
So young and vain she brought me pain
But i'm wise enough to say
She will leave him one thoughtless day
She'll just leave him and go away
Oh yes
Beware of young girls
Who come to the door
Wistful and pale of twenty and four
Delivering daisies
With delicate hands
Beware of young girls
To often they crave
To cry
At a wedding
And dance
On a grave
Beware of young girls
Beware of young girls
Beware
