Beware Of Young Girls

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 Too 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 Too often they crave to cry At a wedding and dance on a grave Beware of young girls Beware of young girls, beware

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