most days at a quarter to three
Equipped with big eyes and a stole round her neck
with lips that are red as can be
Shooting her gaze round the Chez Petite Plats
(though it makes good on Earl Grey as well)
Looking to lock with lone gentlemen there
through this crowding of fine clientele
So finds she a man who invites her to sit -
wouldn't see her this anxious at all
Gives him the story of being stood up
then lets crocodile tears start to fall
By the end of the teapot, she cracks him a smile
the poor man has been suckered in
So their meeting steps on to a nearby saloon
both their sorrows to be drowned in gin
A room in the public house, they ended up
distress and hurt gone now for sure
Him asleep in a heap of strong violets and lies
she quietly sneaks out the door
Little Miss Dainty now heads out of town
while counting his money with glee
Spending today in a town oh so new
stopping off for some afternoon tea
