There

I

was

in

u-

ni-

form

Look-

ing

at

the

art

tea-

cher

I

was

just

a

girl

then

And

ne-

ver

have

I

loved

since

then

He

was

not

that

much

ol-

der

than

I

was

He

had

ta-

ken

our

class

to

the

Me-

tro-

po-

li-

tan

Mu-

se-

um

He

asked

us

what

our

fa-

vourite

work

of

art

was

And

ne-

ver

could

I

tell

him

it

was

him

Oh,

I

wish

I

could

tell

him

Oh,

I

wish

I

could

have

told

him

I

looked

at

the

Ru-

bens

and

Rem-

brandts

I

liked

the

John

Sing-

er

Sar-

gents

He

told

me

he

liked

Tur-

ner

And

ne-

ver

have

I

turned

since

then

No,

ne-

ver

have

I

turned

to

a-

ny

o-

ther

man

All

this

ha-

ving

been

said

I

ma-

rried

an

ex-

e-

cu-

tive

com-

pa-

ny

head

All

this

ha-

ving

been

done

A

Tur-

ner

I

own

one

And

here

I

am

in

this

u-

ni-

for-

mish,

pant-

suit

sort

of

thing

Thin-

king

of

the

art

tea-

cher

I

was

just

a

girl

then

And

ne-

ver

have

I

loved

since

then

No,

ne-

ver

have

I

loved

a-

ny

o-

ther

man