The Sadder But Wiser Girl
No sweet and pure angelic lass for me
That kinda gal can spin a web, you see
She trades on wholesome innocence galore
But it's my independence that she's tradin' for
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 faun, 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 kinda child ties knots no sailor ever knew
I prefer to take a chance
On a more adult romance
No dewy young miss who keeps resisting
All the time she keeps insisting
No wide-eyed, wholesome, innocent female
Why, she's the fisherman, I'm the fish, you'll see
I flinch, I shy when a 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 for me
No giggling ice cream soda drinker
Out to hook you line and sinker
No honey throated beckoning siren
I plug my ears, and I grab my oars, and I flee
I cheer, I boo at the puritan hearted ingénue
I yearn, I long for the woman whose Pop says, "What went wrong?"
I root, and I clap for the dame in the gownless evening strap
The sadder but wiser girl's the girl for me
The sadder but wiser girl for me
That kinda gal can spin a web, you see
She trades on wholesome innocence galore
But it's my independence that she's tradin' for
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 faun, 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 kinda child ties knots no sailor ever knew
I prefer to take a chance
On a more adult romance
No dewy young miss who keeps resisting
All the time she keeps insisting
No wide-eyed, wholesome, innocent female
Why, she's the fisherman, I'm the fish, you'll see
I flinch, I shy when a 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 for me
No giggling ice cream soda drinker
Out to hook you line and sinker
No honey throated beckoning siren
I plug my ears, and I grab my oars, and I flee
I cheer, I boo at the puritan hearted ingénue
I yearn, I long for the woman whose Pop says, "What went wrong?"
I root, and I clap for the dame in the gownless evening strap
The sadder but wiser girl's the girl for me
The sadder but wiser girl for me
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Writer(s): Meredith Willson
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