This Tom-Swifter,
A blab-mouth sister,
Had herself a lovin' sheik!
She had a way of braggin'
Kept her tongue a-waggin',
With every woman she'd meet;
So her bosom friend
Vamped her lovin' man,
He quit her cold as ice;
Now she never had
So much to say,
But gives very woman this advice:
Open your eyes,
Woman, be wise!
And don't you advertise your man!
It's all right to have a little
bird in a bush,
But it ain't like the one you've
got in your hand.
Your head will hang low,
Your heart will ache,
Your threatenin' frog's
Gonna vamp and snake,
So take a tip,
Hold your lip,
And don't you advertise your man!
What a blunder
To blow like thunder,
When you love you love your daddy
so!
You better keep him hidin',
Don't you be confidin'
To every woman you know!
If you do, you'll find,
Some gal will sure be tryin'
Her best to take him 'way from
you!
So you'd better heed my good advice,
And do like a woman ought to do.
Don't be a nut,
Keep your mouth shut,
And don't you advertise your man!
It's all right to brag about your
hat or your dress,
But don't go blowin' 'bout the
man you love best!
Just rave about the things your
man can do,
And some woman will sure take him
away from you!
So take a tip,
Hold your lip,
And don't you advertise your man!
And don't you advertise your man!
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Published 6/3/00.
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