Dolly

I have always been a woman who arranges things

For the pleasure and the profit it derives

I have always been a woman who arranges things

Like furniture and daffodils and lives



(Hands purse to Ambrose)



When a man with a timid tongue

Meets a girl with a diffident air

Why should the tortured creatures beat around the bush

When heaven knows mother nature always needs a little push

So I put my hand in here

I put my hand in there

And a girl over 6 foot 3

Loves a man who comes up to her ear

Surely it's obvious she'll never be seduced

'Til some kind soul condescends

To give her beau a little boost

So I put my hand in there

I put my hand in here



I have always been a woman who arranges things

It's my duty to assist the Lord above

I have always been a woman who arranges things

Like luncheon parties, poker games, and love

My aplomb at cosmetic art

Turned a frump to a trump lady fair

She had a countenance a little bit like scrooge

But oh today you would swear the Lord himself applied the rouge

When I put my hand in here

I put my hand in there!



(Short dance interlude)



I put my hand in here

I twist a little, stir a little

Him a little, her a little

Shape a little, mold a little

Some poor chap gets sold a little

When I use my fist a little

Some young bride gets kissed a little

Pressure with the thumbs

Matrimony comes

When, I put my hand in there...



For when my little pink wiggles

Some young maiden gets the giggles

Then I make my knuckles active

"My" he says "She's so attractive."

Then I move my index digit

And they both begin to fidget

Then I clench my palm

The preacher reads a psalm

When I put my hand in there!