A 1925 popular song.
Words and music by Noel Coward.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- You’re only a baby
You’re lonely, and maybe
Someday soon you’ll know
The tears you are tasting
Are years you are wasting
Life’s a bitter foe
With fate it’s no use competing
Youth is so terribly fleeting
By dancing much faster
You’re chancing disaster
Time alone will show
Refrain
Poor little rich girl
You’re a bewitched girl
Better beware
Laughing at danger
Virtue a stranger
Better take care
The life you lead sets all your nerves a jangle
Your love affairs are in a hopeless tangle
Though you’re a child, dear
You’re life’s a wild typhoon
In lives of leisure
The craze for pleasure, steadily grows
Cocktails and laughter
But what comes after? Nobody knows
You’re weaving love into a mad jazz pattern
Ruled by pantaloon
Poor little rich girl
Don’t drop a stitch too soon
- The role you are acting
The toll is exacting
Soon you’ll have to pay
The music of living
You lose in the giving
False things soon decay
These words from me may surprose you
I’ve got no right to advise you
I’ve known life too well, dear
Your own life must tell, dear
Please don’t turn away
Sung here by Vancha March: