WHAT EVERY GIRL KNOWS
Inmy bedroom, in my boudoir,There’s a box I ope no more;It is packed with all my treasuresFrom the ten cent store.Saturday, a longing seizes—Grips me so I scarce can speak,And I ask for my allowance,Mostly thirty cents a week.Then I call on Margie Lynam,And we hasten from the door;And we go inspecting countersIn the ten cent store.We get flushed most every visitWhen we lay our money down;There are no expert advisors—Mr. Woolworth’s out of town.Homeward, purchases we carry,And examine them with care;Then we pile them in the play-box,And we always leave them there.Riches never will be ours,We have said it o’er and o’er,Till they make things all “One Dollar”In the ten cent store.
Inmy bedroom, in my boudoir,There’s a box I ope no more;It is packed with all my treasuresFrom the ten cent store.Saturday, a longing seizes—Grips me so I scarce can speak,And I ask for my allowance,Mostly thirty cents a week.Then I call on Margie Lynam,And we hasten from the door;And we go inspecting countersIn the ten cent store.We get flushed most every visitWhen we lay our money down;There are no expert advisors—Mr. Woolworth’s out of town.Homeward, purchases we carry,And examine them with care;Then we pile them in the play-box,And we always leave them there.Riches never will be ours,We have said it o’er and o’er,Till they make things all “One Dollar”In the ten cent store.
Inmy bedroom, in my boudoir,There’s a box I ope no more;It is packed with all my treasuresFrom the ten cent store.
Inmy bedroom, in my boudoir,
There’s a box I ope no more;
It is packed with all my treasures
From the ten cent store.
Saturday, a longing seizes—Grips me so I scarce can speak,And I ask for my allowance,Mostly thirty cents a week.
Saturday, a longing seizes—
Grips me so I scarce can speak,
And I ask for my allowance,
Mostly thirty cents a week.
Then I call on Margie Lynam,And we hasten from the door;And we go inspecting countersIn the ten cent store.
Then I call on Margie Lynam,
And we hasten from the door;
And we go inspecting counters
In the ten cent store.
We get flushed most every visitWhen we lay our money down;There are no expert advisors—Mr. Woolworth’s out of town.
We get flushed most every visit
When we lay our money down;
There are no expert advisors—
Mr. Woolworth’s out of town.
Homeward, purchases we carry,And examine them with care;Then we pile them in the play-box,And we always leave them there.
Homeward, purchases we carry,
And examine them with care;
Then we pile them in the play-box,
And we always leave them there.
Riches never will be ours,We have said it o’er and o’er,Till they make things all “One Dollar”In the ten cent store.
Riches never will be ours,
We have said it o’er and o’er,
Till they make things all “One Dollar”
In the ten cent store.