Poor little rich girl,
you're a be witched girl, better take care.
Laughing at danger,
virtuous stranger, better be ware.
The life you lead sets all your
nerves a -jangle.
Your love affairs are in a hopeless tangle,
Though you're a child, dear,
your life's a wild typhoon.
In lives of pleasure,
the craze for pleasure steadily grows.
Cocktails and laughter, but what comes after,
nobody knows.
You're weaving love into a
mad jazz pat tern,
Ruled by panta loon s.
Poor little rich girl,
don't drop a stitch too soon.
You're only a baby, you're lonely,
And maybe someday
soon you'll know
The tears you are tasting
Are years you are wasting
Life's a bitter hole
With fate it's no use competing
Youth is so terribly fleeting
By dancing much faster
Your chancing disaster time
alone will show.
Poor little rich girl, you're a bewitched girl,
better take care.
Laughing at danger, virtuous stranger,
better beware.
A life you lead sets all
your nerves a -jangle
Your love affairs are in a hopeless tangle
Oh, you're a child,
dear, your life's a wild typhoon
In lives of pleasure,
the craze for pleasure steadily grows
Cocktails and laughter, but what comes after,
nobody knows.
You're weaving love into a mad jazz pattern,
ruled by panta loons.
Poor little rich gal,
Don't drop a stitch too soon.