SHE NEVER COMES HOME 'TILL MORNING.
Copyright, 1896, by Frank Tousey.
Words by Tom Conley. Music by Felix McGlennon.
I'll sing about a girl named Flossie, Flossie with the golden hair;
She's her father's only daughter, ev'ry body says "how fair; "
Other girls of her are jealous, says she isn't quite the thing,
She always wears a sealskin jacket and a lovely diamond ring!
She never comes home 'till morning, not till the day is dawning,
She never comes home 'til morning, and sometimes never at all;
She never comes home 'till morning, then she goes to bed,
And she never goes out till the evening to earn her daily break.
Now Flossie's always got a masher, silly youth with titled name,
Buys her, oh! such lovely flowers, Flossie has a fair old game;
Flossie's got a splendid brougham, all the other girls are mad,
Miss Flossie knows her little book through, so does Flossie's ancient dad.
Now how does Flossie get her living, other ladies want to know,
Flossie is a ballet dancer, cleverest in the front row:
So you understand Miss Flossie has to go to work at nights',
For Flossie trips the light fantastic in a silken pair of tights.- Chorus.