Dory Previn - Beware Of Young Girls lyrics

Beware Of young girls Who come to the door Wistful and pale Of twenty and four Delivering daisies With delicate hands Beware Of young girls Too often they crave To cry At a wedding And dance On a grave She was my friend My friend My friend She was invited to my house Oh yes She was And though she knew My love was true And No ordinary thing She admired My wedding ring She admired My wedding ring She was my friend My friend My friend She sent us little silver gifts Oh yes She did Oh what a rare And happy pair She Inevitably said As she glanced At my unmade bed She admired My unmade bed My bed Beware Of young girls Who come to the door Wistful and pale Of twenty and four Delivering daisies With delicate hands Beware Of young girls To often they crave To cry At a wedding And dance On a grave She was my friend My friend My friend I thought her motives were sincere Oh yes I did Ah but this la** It came to pa** Had A dark and different plan She admired My own sweet man She admired My own sweet man We were friends Oh yes We were And she just took him from my life Oh yes She did So young and vain She brought me pain But I'm wise enough to say She will leave him One thoughtless day She'll just leave him And go away Oh yes Beware Of young girls Who come to the door Wistful and pale Of twenty and four Delivering daisies With delicate hands Beware Of young girls To often they crave To cry At a wedding And dance On a grave Beware of young girls Beware of young girls Beware