Dorothy Parker - A Fairly Sad Tale lyrics

I think that I shall never know Why I am thus, and I am so Around me, other girls inspire In men the rush and roar of fire The sweet transparency of gla** The tenderness of April gra** The durability of granite But me- I don't know how to plan it The lads I've met in Cupid's deadlock Were- shall we say?- born out of wedlock They broke my heart, they stilled my song And said they had to run along Explaining, so to sop my tears First came their parents or careers But ever does experience Deny me wisdom, calm, and sense! Though she's a fool who seeks to capture The twenty-first fine, careless rapture I must go on, till ends my rope Who from my birth was cursed with hope A heart in half is chaste, archaic But mine resembles a mosaic The thing's become ridiculous! Why am I so? Why am I thus?