Lyrics Pick a Little, Talk a Little - Hermione Gingold

No wide-eyed eager innocent wholesome Sunday school teacher for me
That kind of gal spins webs no spider ever
Now listen boy
A gal who trades on all that purity
Merely wants to trade my independence for her security
The only affirmative she will file refers to marching down the aisle
No golden glorious gleaming pristine goddess
No sir
For no Diana do I play fawn
I can tell you that right now
I snarl
I hiss
How can ignorance be compared to bliss
I spark
I fizz
For the lady who knows what time it is
I cheer
And I rave
For the virtue I'm too late to say
The sadder but wiser girl for me
No bright-eyed blushing breathless baby doll baby
No sir that kind of child ties knots no sailor ever knew
I prefer to take a chance
On a more adult romance
No do young miss who keeps resisting
All the time she keeps insisting
No wide-eyed wholesome innocent female
No sir
Why she's the fisherman I'm the fish you see
Plop!
I flinch
I shy
When the last with the delicate air goes by
I smile
I grin
When the gal with the touch of sin walks in
I hope
And I pray
For a Hester to win just one more A
The sadder but wiser girl's the girl for me
The sadder but wiser girl for me