I want a man who's rich in stocks—
(D'ye think I'd ever darn old socks?)
You talk of love and lovers bold,
As though I'd care if icy cold
Were heart of him to whom with pride
My loving heart I'd fondly tied.
I would be rich and nothing care,
For I'd have lover's everywhere;
And when of one I tired grew,
I'd take my pick and love anew.