The Sadder but Wiser Girl for Me (From "The Music Man") - Robert Preston

Harold:

No wide-eyed, eager

Wholesome innocent Sunday school teacher for me

That kinda girl spins webs no spider ever--

Listen, boy--

A girl who trades on all that purity

Merely wants to trade my independence for her security

The only affirmative she will file

Refers to marching down the aisle

No golden, glorious, gleaming pristine goddess--

No sir!

For no Diana do I play faun

I can tell you that right now

I snarl, I hiss: How can ignorance be compared to bliss?

I spark, I fizz for the lady who knows what time it is

I cheer, I rave for the virtue I’m too late to save

The sadder-but-wiser girl for me

No bright-eyed, blushing, breathless baby-doll baby

Not for me

That kinda child ties knots no sailor ever knew

I prefer to take a chance on a more adult romance

No dewy young miss

Who keeps resisting all the time she keeps insisting!

No wide-eyed, wholesome innocent female

No sir

Why, she’s the fisherman, I’m the fish you see?--PLOP!

I flinch, I shy, when the lass with the delicate air goes by

I smile, I grin, when the gal with a touch of sin walks in

I hope, and I pray, for a Hester to win just one more «A»

The sadder-but-wiser girl’s the girl for me

The sadder-but-wiser girl for me