written by Lorenz Hart and Richard Rodgers

© 1940 Chappell & Co (ASCAP)



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