Listen to my tale of woeit's terribly sad but true;
All dressed up, no place to go; each evening I'm awfully blue.
I must win some handsome guy can't go on like this.
I could blossom out, I know, with somebody just like you, so
Oh, sweet and lovely lady, be good;
Oh, lady, be good to me.
I am so awfly misunderstood,
So lady be good to me.
Oh, please have some pity;
I'm all alone in this big city.
I tell you,
I'm just a lonesome babe in the wood,
So lady, be good to me.