Life Upon The Wicked Stage - Blossom Dearie

Life upon the wicked stage ain’t ever what a girl supposes\nStage door Johny’s outraging over you with gems and roses\nWhen you let a-fella hold your hand which means an extra beer or sandwich\nEverybody whispers, Ain’t her life a world\nThough you’re warned against the rule, way ruining your reputation\nWhen you played around the one night trade around the great big nation\nWild old man who give you jewels and sables only live in Aesop’s fables\nLife upon the wicked stage is nothin' for a girl\nI admit it’s fun to smear my face with paint\nCausing everyone to think I’m what I ain’t\nAnd I’d like to play a Demi Monday roll with soul\nAsk the hero, does he liked the way I lure\nWhen I play a Hasie or a Parramore\nYet when once the gut feels down my life is pure and how I dread it\nLife upon the wicked stage ain’t ever what a girl supposes\nStage door Johny’s outraging over you with gems and roses\nIf some gentleman we talk with reason, I would cancel all next season\nLife upon the wicked stage ain’t nothin' for a girl