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Songs I Never Heard: As least I wish I'd never heard this one. The tune's catchy, from the early sixties. When I first heard it, it stuck around for days. None of our campiest sisters could ever be accused of writing or singing this one...
From "Flower Drum Song" recorded by Doris Day.
I'm a girl, and by me that's only great!
I am proud that my silhouette is curvy,
That I walk with a sweet and girlish gait
With my hips kind of swivelly and swervy.
I adore being dressed in something frilly
When my date comes to get me at my place.
Out I go with my Joe or John or Billy,
Like a filly who is ready for the race!
When I have a brand new hairdo
With my eyelashes all in curl,
I float as the clouds on air do,
I enjoy being a girl!
When men say I'm cute and funny
And my teeth aren't teeth, but pearl,
I just lap it up like honey
I enjoy being a girl!
I flip when a fellow sends me flowers,
I drool over dresses made of lace,
I talk on the telephone for hours
With a pound and a half of cream upon my face!
I'm strictly a female female
And my future I hope will be
In the home of a brave and free male
Who'll enjoy being a guy having a girl... like... me.
When men say I'm sweet as candy
As around in a dance we whirl,
It goes to my head like brandy,
I enjoy being a girl!
When someone with eyes that smoulder
Says he loves ev'ry silken curl
That falls on my iv'ry shoulder,
I enjoy being a girl!
When I hear the compliment'ry whistle
That greets my bikini by the sea,
I turn and I glower and I bristle,
But I happy to know the whistle's meant for me!
I'm strictly a female female
And my future I hope will be
In the home of a brave and free male
Who'll enjoy being a guy having a girl... like... me.
"I enjoy Being a Girl" by Doris Day from Flower Drum Song.
Part of this is mine. I don't remember where I first heard the rest of it... Oh well, What a life...
Then She met some other girls
Who were just like she
And She walked out a winner
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He walked aboard ship
He was running away
A storm hit the harbor
He started to pray
Jonah said please toss me into the spray
And he walked out a Winner
Losing is winning if it turns you around
Things are much clearer
When you're close to the ground
You have to know you're lost
If you want to be found
And you'll walk out a winner
She walked in the room
She looked out of place
Annointing His feet
From an Alabaster vase
Wiped them with bitter tears
That flowed from her face
And she walked out a winner
They said she was a boy
She lived life that way
Hiding her tears
Where no one else could see
Then She met some other girls
Who were just like she
And She walked out a winner
Losing is winning if it turns you around
Things are much clearer
When you're close to the ground
You have to know you're lost
If you want to be found
Then you'll walk out a winner
Maybe someone can find where some of this song comes from. It's a song I never heard.
Tears streak the eyes of a once lovely girl
Seeking understanding in a disallusioned world
Her bed holds a body that has been abused and shamed
And there's no way of discribing how her heart feels the pain
And she's desiring sympathy from no one that she knows
Around her friends she never shows dismay
And no one's ever known how she prays
To live a life knowing love
Now she has dressed and found release, seen counselors by the score
She's been told that she's a he, and he is she, forever more
She's busted what they told her and built what they say can't be
She's trusted in that little girl the one they say can't be
And she's desiring sympathy from no one that she knows
Around her friends she never shows dismay
And no one's ever known how she prays
To live a life knowing love
Now she's changed her shape grown hips and breasts and let her hair go long
Given up hated boys toys, and bought herself a doll
Now her bed holds a different girl though her heart still holds the pain
Still hiding all the lies and hits though the world will never see
And she's desiring sympathy from no one that she knows
Around her friends she never shows dismay
And no one's ever known how she prays
To live a life knowing lov
And she's desiring sympathy from no one that she knows
Around her friends she never shows dismay
And no one doubts she's who they know
And she lives a life knowing love...
The Cowboy in a Pink Armani Suit
How I wished this truly was a Song I Never Heard. My Mom used to play country music all the time while ironing, and teaching me to iron. Oh my such simple times. And such simple minded songs. This was a favorite, along with other Marty Robbins Songs. Though somehow I don't think this is quite what he had in mind. LOL
The Cowboy in a Pink Armani Suit
She walked into the barroom, All dressed up to the brim
Said she's just came down from a place called Bayview Ridge
She said she'd came to find her love, A Cowboy on the loose
But he didn't look like a cowboy In his pink Armani Suit.
She snickered at the way he dressed but she never said a word
She walked on by the rest of us flipping everyone the bird
"A pink armani outfit doesn't go with cowboy boots"
She snikered at her lover in his pink Armani suit.
He turned and looked her up and down, smiling with the biggest grin
"Darling what you don't know won't fit in your little little head."
Armani made this outfit with a certain cowboy look
Designed to go with anyone's shiny black high heel cowboy boots
We started for the exits before the mug's and bottles flew
We stopped as she walked up slowly, looking at his brand new shoes
We knew she was a thoroughbred when she pulled a sack of Dukes
From the inside pocket of his Pink Armani Suit.
They rolled theselves both Quirleys and they lit 'em standing there
Both blew each other hearts of smoke and we watched 'em disappear
We thought that he must be crazy when his hand ran through her hair
And with love's light she took his hand and they both walked out of here
Well, I turned around to look at Jill and she was watching me
She said, "I don't believe the crazy things I think I see
But I think I've seen a cowboy in a pink Armani suit,
Walkin' hand in hand in love in shiny black high heeled cowboy boots.
The moral of this story - never judge by what they wear
Underneath some ragged clothes could be a millionaire
Ev'rybody, listen - don't be fooled by this galoot
He's sure enough a fashion buster in a Pink Armani Suit.
From The Cowboy in the Contenental Suit
Marty Robbins - In The Wild West - Part 5
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