" Buttons And Bows "
By Dinah Shore
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East is east and west is west
and the wrong one I have chose,
Let's go where I'll keep on wearin'
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows
Rings and things and buttons and bows.
Don't bury me in this prairie,
Take me where the cement grows.
Let's move down to some big town
Where they love a gal by the cut of her clothes
and I'll stand out in buttons and bows.
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that you've homespun.
But I love ya longer stronger
where your friends don't tote a gun.
My bones denounce the buckboard bounce
and the Cactus hurts my toes.
Let's vamose where gals keep using
Those silk and satin and linen that shows
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows.
East is east and west is west
and the wrong one I have chose.
Let's go where I'll keep on wearing
those frills and flowers and buttons and bows,
Rings and things and buttons and bows.
My bones denounce the buckboard bounce
and the cactus hurts my toes.
Let's vamose where gal keep using
those silks and satins and linen that shows
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows.
I love you in buckskin
or skirts that you've homespun.
But I love ya longer stronger where
your friends don't tote a gun.
East is east and west is west
and the wrong one I have chose.
Let's go where I'll keep on wearing
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows.
Rings and things and buttons and bows.
Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes
And french parfume that rocks the room
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows. |
