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