Why would a fellow want a girl like her
a frail and fluffy beauty
why can’t a fellow ever once prefer
a solid girl like me
She’s a frothy little bubble
with a flimsy kind of charm
and with very little trouble
I could break her little arm.
Oh, oh why would a fellow want a girl like her
so obviously unusual
why can’t a fellow ever once prefer
a usual girl like me
Her cheeks are a pretty shade of pink, but their no pinker than a rose is
Her skin may be delicate and soft, but it’s no softer than a doe’s is
Her neck is no whiter than a swan’s
She’s only as dainty as a daisy
She’s only as graceful as a bird
So why is the fellow going crazy?
Oh why would a fellow want a girl like her,
a girl who’s merely lovely,
why can’t a fellow ever once prefer
a girl who’s merely me
She’s a frothy little bubble
with a frilly sort of air
And with very little trouble
I could pull out all her hair!
Oh why would a fellow want a girl like her,
a girl who’s merely lovely,
why can’t a fellow ever once prefer
a girl who’s merely me
What’s the matter with the men,
what’s the matter with the men,
what’s the matter with the men?!!
