Coll. by M.C. Paler
Sung by R.E.L. Flowers
September 5, 1953
I'm dying for someone to love me, to call me his idol, his own,
I can't bear the thought of remaining forever on earth all alone.
My heart is just for devotion, just dying for someone to love,
Just longing to meet some fond being who true and devoted would prove.
Refrain: I'm dying, I'm sighing
Mere friendship I ever shall spurn
I'm dying, I'm sighing
To love and be loved in return
I may not be overly handsome, but there's one thing I very well know
I'm nicer than one of my neighbors who has a magnificent beau.
I want him to be all affection, and while my head lies on his breast,
To smooth back my tresses and tell me that I am his brightest and best.
There's Charlie, Alonzo, Ned, Phillip, Jack, Willie, and Joe, slow,
They can't talk of love worth a button, in fact they're exceedingly
I want a lover most ardent, to call me his idol, his bird,
His ducky, his own precious darling, and all the sweet names ever heard
Maw says that my head is not level, there's something that's wrong
with my brain
That had she her time to go over she never would marry again.
But love is a brilliant-hued bauble, and I but a foolish young dunce,
Had better attend to my lessons and give up such nonsense at once.
Perhaps she forgot she was young once, for one day to Papa she told
That she could have had twentv husbands before she was sixteen years od
So now the young men are (?) I'm dying to catch a nice beau
And if I can get the right fellow my heart in my hand I'll bestow.
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