Albert Hague & Arnold B. Horwitt Follow

Maybe he thinks I’m sitting in a corner
Sobbing like a ninny with my eyes all red
Or maybe he thinks I’m standing in the garden
Staring at his window wishing I was dead
Well he can just go and soak his head

I’ll show him
I’ll show him how little I care
When we meet I will stand with my nose in the air
Though he’s sighing, and pleading and down on his knees
I’ll tell him I think he’s full of cheese

He can just save his breath
He can leave me alone
If he’s starving to death
I won’t throw him a bone

I’ll show him
How happy I am to be free
Of the nothing who’s nothing to me

He’ll find out I’m not yet such a baby
I’m all through with acting like a dunce
Any girl who thinks he’s worth the having
Ought to have her head examined once
He’s too old for me he must be 50
Any fella fifty is no prize
Further more his eyes are sorta shifty
I don’t trust a man with shifty eyes

I’ll show him
How easy it is to forget
In a week I won’t even remember him yet
I’ll be flirting with fellas I don’t even know
In wherever it is fellas go

Fancy dresses I’ll wear
Fancy pants underneath
Fine perfume in my hair
And a rose in my teeth

I’ll show him
I’ll show him the way he showed me
What a smart girl a lummox can be

Me he won’t find sitting home and moping
I’ll go places where I’ve never been
Papa says by Lancaster is sinful
I’ll go down to Lancaster and sin.