Said she: "My dear, it seems so [bad word] 
I can't please you at all,
You say you're hurt, bacause I flirt,
Let other fellows call.
I bead my eyes. I act too wise.
My manners are too bold:
What girl would do, please tell me do?"
He said: "That's eas'ly told."

"Any little girl, that's a nice little girl,
Is the right little girl for me.
She don't have to look like a girl in a book,
If a good cook she should be.
She don't have to wear rats in her hair,
Or a straight front X.Y.Z.,
Any little girl, that's a nice little girl,
Is the right little girl for me."