Testi musica canzoni

I once used to think in my innocent youth,
(And I once was as innocent as you),
That someone some day might come my way,
And then I should know what's best to do.
And if he'd got money, and seemed a nice chap,
And his workday shirts were white as snow,
And if he knew how to treat a girl with due respect,
I'd have to tell him,