No wide-eyed, eager,
Wholesome, innocent Sunday-School teacher for me!
That kind of girl spins webs, no spider ever...
Now, listen, boy --
A girl who trades on all that purity
Merely wants to trade my independence for her security.
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 fawn.
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 kind of child ties knots no sailor ever knew!
I prefer to take a chance
On a more adult romance.
No dew-young miss
Who keeps resisting
All the time she keeps insisting!
No wide-eyed, wholesome, innocent female.
No sir!
Why, she's the fisherman, I'm the fish, you see? PLOP!
I flinch, I shy, when the 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's the girl for me,
The sadder-but-wiser girl for me!