Crowded thoroughfare, people here and there
Dashing up the Avenue
Maiden young and shy, quickly passing by
Something comes in contact with her shoe
Someone's fallen down, slipped upon the ground
It happens on a slipp'ry street
Kind young gent who saw the accident
Helps the charming lady to her feet
"Thank you, kind sir," said she
"Welcome, sweet Miss," said he
"May I not escort you home?"
"You may not, I'll go alone
I've a husband," said she
"And I've a wife, Miss," said he
"You needn't call me up," said she
"My phone is one, two, three"
"Thank you," said he
Scene, a near cafe, couple chatting gay
Same young maiden shy and sweet
On the he-male end sits her fellow friend
Same young man who helped her to her feet
Maiden softly speaks, "I've been sad for weeks
My darling husband failed last year
I'm in debt right up to here, you bet"
Fellow whispers something in her ear
"Thank you, kind sir," said she
"Welcome, sweet Miss," said he
"May I not escort you home?
I would hate to go alone"
"I live here, sir," said she
"And so do I, Miss," said he
"Don't dare to call me," said she
"I'm always in at three"
"Thank you," said he