Lonesome little shopgirl
Sitting home alone
No boy about
To take her out
She is very pretty
But nobody knows
Lonesome little Rose
Hasn't any clothes
Beautiful faces need beautiful clothes
Satins and laces, nice ribbons and bows
An ankle may be a joy
But any boy who gazes
Won't warble its praises
Unless it's covered by attractive hose
Many a shopgirl whom nobody knows
Would be the top girl in musical shows
If she were dressed in the best
From her head right down to her toes
For beautiful faces need beautiful clothes