For The Young Sophisticate

Baby baby why you cryin’  Feeling sorry what she said         Put down the rag I told her then  Don’t wanna hear you cry again  Dear heart dear heart  Tell me tell me what’s the reason  Dear heart dear heart  Tell me tell me what’s the reason    You know she went to see the doctor  And then she read a magazine        Forget that book I told her then  Don’t wanna hear about the book again  Dear heart dear heart  Tell me tell me what’s the reason  Dear heart dear heart  Tell me tell me what’s the reason   There was a picture on the story That showed a young sophisticator Who falls in love three pages later With some aggressive agitator And by and by he comes to hate her  ’Cause she don’t shave her underarms  And he can’t go for that  ’Cause he’s a young sophisticator    Baby baby why you cryin’  It made me wonder what she said       Forget that book I told her then  Don’t wanna hear about the book again  Dear heart dear heart  Tell me tell me what’s the reason  Dear heart dear heart  Tell me tell me what’s the reason    Would you still love me if my hair grew  All down the side of my kimono       Well of course I would it might be hip  If it did not cause you to trip  Dear heart dear heart  Or radiate a bad aroma  Dear heart dear heart  Or radiate a cheap aroma