The Sadder But Wiser Girl Lyrics
| Song | The Sadder But Wiser Girl |
| Artist | Seth MacFarlane |
| Album | Seth MacFarlane - Music Is Better Than Words |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| No sweet and pure angelic lass for me | |
| That kinda gal can spin a web, you see | |
| She trades on wholesome innocence galore | |
| But it's my independence that she's trading for | |
| The only affirmative she will file | |
| Refers to marching down the aisle | |
| No golden, glorious, gleaming pristine goddess, no sir! | |
| For no Diana do I play faun, I can tell you that right now | |
| I snarl, I hiss | |
| How can ignorance be compared to bliss? | |
| I spark, I fizz | |
| For the lady who knows what time it is | |
| I cheer, I rave | |
| For the virtue I'm too late to save | |
| The sadder but wiser girl for me | |
| No bright-eyed, blushing, breathless baby-doll baby, no sir! | |
| That kinda child ties knots no sailor ever knew | |
| I prefer to take a chance | |
| On a more adult romance | |
| No dewy young miss who keeps resisting | |
| All the time she keeps insisting | |
| No wide-eyed, wholesome, innocent female | |
| Why, she's the fisherman, I'm the fish, you'll see | |
| I flinch, I shy | |
| When the lass with the delicate air goes by | |
| I smile, I grin | |
| When the gal with a touch of sin walks in | |
| I hope and I pray | |
| For Hester to win just one more 'A' | |
| The sadder but wiser girl for me | |
| No giggling ice cream soda drinker | |
| Out to hook you line and sinker | |
| No honey throated beckoning siren | |
| I plug my ears and I grab my oars and I flee | |
| I jeer, I boo | |
| At the puritan hearted ingenue | |
| I yearn, I long | |
| For the woman whose Pop says "What went wrong?” | |
| I root and I clap | |
| For the dame in the gownless evening strap | |
| The sadder but wiser girl's the girl for me | |
| The sadder but wiser girl for me |
| No sweet and pure angelic lass for me | |
| That kinda gal can spin a web, you see | |
| She trades on wholesome innocence galore | |
| But it' s my independence that she' s trading for | |
| The only affirmative she will file | |
| Refers to marching down the aisle | |
| No golden, glorious, gleaming pristine goddess, no sir! | |
| For no Diana do I play faun, I can tell you that right now | |
| I snarl, I hiss | |
| How can ignorance be compared to bliss? | |
| I spark, I fizz | |
| For the lady who knows what time it is | |
| I cheer, I rave | |
| For the virtue I' m too late to save | |
| The sadder but wiser girl for me | |
| No brighteyed, blushing, breathless babydoll baby, no sir! | |
| That kinda child ties knots no sailor ever knew | |
| I prefer to take a chance | |
| On a more adult romance | |
| No dewy young miss who keeps resisting | |
| All the time she keeps insisting | |
| No wideeyed, wholesome, innocent female | |
| Why, she' s the fisherman, I' m the fish, you' ll see | |
| I flinch, I shy | |
| When the lass with the delicate air goes by | |
| I smile, I grin | |
| When the gal with a touch of sin walks in | |
| I hope and I pray | |
| For Hester to win just one more ' A' | |
| The sadder but wiser girl for me | |
| No giggling ice cream soda drinker | |
| Out to hook you line and sinker | |
| No honey throated beckoning siren | |
| I plug my ears and I grab my oars and I flee | |
| I jeer, I boo | |
| At the puritan hearted ingenue | |
| I yearn, I long | |
| For the woman whose Pop says " What went wrong?" | |
| I root and I clap | |
| For the dame in the gownless evening strap | |
| The sadder but wiser girl' s the girl for me | |
| The sadder but wiser girl for me |
| No sweet and pure angelic lass for me | |
| That kinda gal can spin a web, you see | |
| She trades on wholesome innocence galore | |
| But it' s my independence that she' s trading for | |
| The only affirmative she will file | |
| Refers to marching down the aisle | |
| No golden, glorious, gleaming pristine goddess, no sir! | |
| For no Diana do I play faun, I can tell you that right now | |
| I snarl, I hiss | |
| How can ignorance be compared to bliss? | |
| I spark, I fizz | |
| For the lady who knows what time it is | |
| I cheer, I rave | |
| For the virtue I' m too late to save | |
| The sadder but wiser girl for me | |
| No brighteyed, blushing, breathless babydoll baby, no sir! | |
| That kinda child ties knots no sailor ever knew | |
| I prefer to take a chance | |
| On a more adult romance | |
| No dewy young miss who keeps resisting | |
| All the time she keeps insisting | |
| No wideeyed, wholesome, innocent female | |
| Why, she' s the fisherman, I' m the fish, you' ll see | |
| I flinch, I shy | |
| When the lass with the delicate air goes by | |
| I smile, I grin | |
| When the gal with a touch of sin walks in | |
| I hope and I pray | |
| For Hester to win just one more ' A' | |
| The sadder but wiser girl for me | |
| No giggling ice cream soda drinker | |
| Out to hook you line and sinker | |
| No honey throated beckoning siren | |
| I plug my ears and I grab my oars and I flee | |
| I jeer, I boo | |
| At the puritan hearted ingenue | |
| I yearn, I long | |
| For the woman whose Pop says " What went wrong?" | |
| I root and I clap | |
| For the dame in the gownless evening strap | |
| The sadder but wiser girl' s the girl for me | |
| The sadder but wiser girl for me |
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