No sweet and pure angelic lass for me, That kind of gal can spin a web, you see.She trades on wholesome innocence galore, But it's my independence that she's tradin'for.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 for,And 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, I rave, for the virtue I'm too late to save.No 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 dewy, young miss who keeps resisting, All the time she keeps insisting.No wide-eyed, wholesome, innocent female, Why, she's the fisherman, I'm the fish, you'llsee.I flinch, I shy, when the last with a delicate air goes by.I smile, I grin, when the gal with a touch of sin walks in.I hope, and I pray, for Hester to win just one more A.The sadder, but wiser girl for me.No giggling, ice-cream soda drinker, Out to hold you, line and sinker.No honey-throated, beckoning siren, I plug my ears, and I *** my oars, and I flee.I cheer, I foo, at the Puritan-hearted ingenue.I yearn, I long, for the woman whose pop says what went wrong.I root, and I clap, for the dame in the gownless evening strap.The sadder, but wiser girl's the girl for me.The sadder, but wiser girl for me.The sadder, but wiser girl for me.