Dorothy Parker - The Trifler lyrics

d**h's the lover that I'd be taking Wild and fickle and fierce is he Small's his care if my heart be breaking Gay young d**h would have none of me Hear them clack of my haste to greet him! No one other my mouth had kissed I had dressed me in silk to meet him False young d**h would not hold the tryst Slow's the blood that was quick and stormy Smooth and cold is the bridal bed I must wait till he whistles for me Proud young d**h would not turn his head I must wait till my breast is wilted I must wait till my back is bowed I must rock in the corner, jilted d**h went galloping down the road Gone's my heart with a trifling rover Fine he was in the game he played Kissed, and promised, and threw me over And rode away with a prettier maid