Beware Of Young Girls

Song	Beware Of Young Girls
Artist	Dory Previn
Album	In Search Of Mythical Kings (The UA Years)

	作曲 : Previn
	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 dance
	On a grave
	She was my friend
	My friend
	My friend
	I thought her motives were sincere
	Oh yes
	I did
	Ah but this lass
	It came to pass
	Had
	A dark and different plan
	She admired
	My own sweet man
	She admired
	My own sweet man
	We were friends
	Oh yes
	We were
	And she just took him from my life
	Oh yes
	She did
	So young and vain
	She brought me pain
	But
	I'm wise enough to say
	She will leave him
	One thoughtless day
	She'll just leave him
	And go away
	Oh yes
	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 dance
	On a grave
	Beware of young girls
	Beware of young girls
	Beware

	zuò qǔ : Previn
	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 dance
	On a grave
	She was my friend
	My friend
	My friend
	I thought her motives were sincere
	Oh yes
	I did
	Ah but this lass
	It came to pass
	Had
	A dark and different plan
	She admired
	My own sweet man
	She admired
	My own sweet man
	We were friends
	Oh yes
	We were
	And she just took him from my life
	Oh yes
	She did
	So young and vain
	She brought me pain
	But
	I' m wise enough to say
	She will leave him
	One thoughtless day
	She' ll just leave him
	And go away
	Oh yes
	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 dance
	On a grave
	Beware of young girls
	Beware of young girls
	Beware