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 da