I don't care if there's powder on my nose   I don't care if my hairdo 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'd 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      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