I don't care if there's powder on my nose
I don't care if my hair-do is in place
I've lost the very meaning of repose
I never put a mudpack on my face

Oh who'd have thought that I walk in a daze now
I never go to shows at night but just to matinees now
I see the show, and home I go
Once I laughed when I heard you saying

That I'd be playing solitaire
Uneasy in my easy chair
It never entered my mind
Once you told me I was mistaken

That I'd awaken with the sun
And order orange juice for one
It never entered my mind
You have what I lack myself

And now I even have to scratch my back myself
Once you warned me that if you scorned me
I'd sing the maiden's prayer again
And wish that you were there again

To get into my hair again
It never entered my mind
Once you warned me that if you scorned me
I'd sing the maiden's prayer again

And wish that you were there again
To get into my hair again
It never entered my mind
It never entered my mind

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Writer(s): Lorenz Hart, Richard Rodgers