SHE'S NOT LIKE OTHER GIRLS.
Copyright, 1896, by Broder & Schlam.
Words and Music by Gilmore & Leonard.
I'll tell you of my sweetheart, the one that I adore;
She's not like others you may meet, I love her all the more.
She dresses plain, she's modest, her hair don't hang in curls;
You'll say so when you meet her, she's not like other girls.
She don't wear costly jewels, nor dresses that are loud;
She does not flirt like some girls, to attract a crowd;
But ev'ry day she's just the same, she's my sweet precious pearl;
What makes me love her all the more, she's not like other girls.
We meet 'most ev'ry evening, her daily toil is o'er;
We walk and talk together, until we reach her door.
She loves her mother dearly, none better in this world:
More precious than to find one who's not like other girls.- Chorus.