Life upon the wicked stage ain't ever what a girl supposes
Stage door Johny's outraging over you with gems and roses
When you let a-fella hold your hand which means an extra beer or sandwich
Everybody whispers, “Ain't her life a whirlâ€
Though you're warned against the roue ruining your reputation
I have played around the one night trade around the great big nation
Wild old man who give you j**els and sables only live in Aesop's fables
Life upon the wicked stage ain't nothin' for a girl
I admit it's fun to smear my face with paint
Causing everyone to think I'm what I ain't
And I'd like to play a demimonde roll with soul
Ask the hero, does he like the way I lure
When I play a hussie or a paramour
Yet when once the curtain's down my life is pure and how I dread it
Life upon the wicked stage ain't ever what a girl supposes
Stage door Johny's aren't raging over you with gems and roses
If some gentleman would talk with reason, I would cancel all next season
Life upon the wicked stage ain't nothin' for a girl