Lyrics:
First verse
No doubt you all have sweethearts, You love better than your life, But there's a little lady, I'd be please to call my wife, And with her each passing hour, I love her more and more, You can see her ev'ry working hour, In the big department store.
Chorus
She's not as fair as Lily, Nor as handsome as a rose, She's not the fairest flower, That in the garden grows, Ev'ry morn and eve at seven, She passes by my door, And she works around the corner boys, In the big department store.Second verse - With a smile she'll always greet you, She's never know to frown, The little cash girls say that she's the sweetest girl in town, This modest little creature, Has admirers by the score, But I'll lead her to the altar from, The big department store.
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