You look so intriguing
In that old-fashioned clothing
Your eyes so alluring
So young, yet so knowing

In black fishnet stockings
And dark velvet gown
You visit the nightclubs
All over town

You meet a young man there
You know the type
In exchange for a slow dance
You're his for the night

But boys don't love girls like that
Past the promiscuous hour
They leave your cherished blossom
And fly to the next flower

You let him caress you
In the back of an old car
For proclaiming your beauty
You let him go so far

You're searching for love you say
But that's not how you'll find it
Beneath the flesh you're still alone
And you pretend you don't mind it
But boys don't love girls like that
Past the promiscuous hour
They leave your cherished blossom
And fly to the next flower

Boys don't love girls like that
They don't take them home
To meet mother, make breakfast, or write to you
But this you've always known