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