Cover Girl Page #4

- My pillow not so feathery

My legs may be forgotten

In cotton

No complaining

Through the campaigning

I'll raise no hullabaloo

My nails may lose their brilliancy

But who cares what civilians see

So long as they don't ration

My passion

For you

Good night. Happy kitchen.

Good night. Happy office.

Good ni...

Good night. Happy taxi.

Good night. Happy smoking.

Have that girl come

and see me tomorrow.

I'm glad you liked her. I thought she

was quite unusual-looking for a blond.

No, the one with the red hair.

Oh, the red hair. Oh, the red hair!

I'll be in the study for calls.

I don't know why you pay me if you

ignore my judgment. Stop whistling!

I wear myself out, wading through

10,000 girls, and out of the 10,000...

...you choose a redheaded nervous

breakdown who specializes in sneezes.

She told me so.

That one isn't a girl, John.

She's a leaping thyroid.

I don't believe I've been in a honky-tonk

place like McGuire's for 40 years.

I don't know why I've saved this. Take a

look at it. You're interested in antiques.

If we got her for our cover...

- But, John, this is her.

- Who?

The... The girl, the gland case.

This program is dated 40 years ago.

How could it be?

Well, it couldn't be, but it is.

Forty years ago.

The night I got this, I was sitting

in a box with Tony Pastor.

She was the most beautiful thing

I'd ever seen.

I fell in love with her

the minute I saw her.

The fav ourite doesn't always win

No matter what the odds

Since nobody knows

How they'll come in

I leave it to the gods

So wish me luck

Because I'm going to bet on

A sentimental hunch

My heart is suddenly set on

Somehow, I'm sure I've found

The sure thing in you

Something within

Tells me we'll win

Somewhere, my heart

Has pick ed you out of the blue

And since I'm only a beginner

A winner I'll be

But win or lose

Whatever comes up

You're thumbs up

With me

One thing I'm sure I'm sure of

All my life through

If love can figure out a sure thing

That sure thing is you

After the races are over

After the races are run

Loser or winner

Let's go out to dinner

And let's have a little

Let's have a little fun

Let's go to Rector's or Shanley's

Champagne and duck are divine

Let's lose our troubles

Imbibing some bubbles

Oh, let's have a little

Let's have a little wine

Then when we're mellow

And feeling alive

Let's tak e a drive along Riverside Drive

No drive in the country for me after dark

My limit is just once around

Central Park

After the races are over

Being with you will be bliss

Perhaps you'll surrender

When gentlemen tender

Say, "Let's have a little

Let's have a little kiss!"

Though you are tender

I cannot surrender

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