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?!!