Dorothy Parker - The Choice lyrics

He'd have given me rolling lands Houses of marble, and billowing farms Pearls, to trickle between my hands Smoldering rubies, to circle my arms You- you'd only a lilting song Only a melody, happy and high You were sudden and swift and strong Never a thought for another had I He'd have given me laces rare Dresses that glimmered with frosty sheen Shining ribbons to wrap my hair Horses to draw me, as fine as a queen You- you'd only to whistle low Gayly I followed wherever you led I took you, and I let him go Somebody ought to examine my head!