Noel Coward 1920’s
Poor Little Rich Girl
You’re only
A baby,
You’re lonely,
And maybe
Some day soon you’ll know
The tears
You are tasting
Are years
You are wasting,
Life’s a bitter foe,
With fate it’s no use competing,
Youth is so terribly fleeting;
By dancing
Much faster,
You’re chancing
Disaster,
Time alone will show.
Poor little rich girl,
You’re a bewitching girl,
Better beware!
Laughing at danger,
Virtue a stranger,
Better take care!
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 leisure
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 Pantaloon.
Poor little rich girl, don’t drop a stitch too soon.