She Was A Dear Little Girl

Betsy Brown, a manicurist fair, Dropped in town to get the city air, Met the son of some millionaire Who had lots of time to spare. Same old case of "I remember you," Same old smile and same old howdy-do, Same old look of innocence true In her great big eyes so blue.
 * Verse 1

She was a dear little girl, Dearest of dear little girls, Dear little eyes, dear little size, Dear little golden curls. She murmured, "Dear, never fear, I'll always hold you dear." When she said so true "I'm fond of wine," he knew She was a dear, dear girl.
 * Chorus 1

Soon he took Miss Betsy out to dine And they had the dearest little time, For he bought the dearest of wine, Till the pair were feeling fine, Tho' it isn't altogether right To remark about her appetite, Seven waiters worked hard that night, Serving what she called a bite.
 * Verse 2

She was a dear little girl, Dearest of dear little girls, Dear little eyes, dear little size, Dear little golden curls. She murmured, "Dear, never fear, I'll always hold you dear." To a check his pen Was introduced, but then She was a dear, dear girl.
 * Chorus 2