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 face
Oh 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 saying
That I'd be playing solitaire
Uneasy in my easy chair

It never entered my mind

Once you told me I was mistaken

That I'd awaken with the sun
And order orange juice for one
It never entered my mind


You have what I lack myself
And 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 again
To 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 again

And wish that you were there again
To get into my hair again
It never entered my mind

It never entered my mind