Up to the West End, right in the Best End,
straight from the country came Miss Maudie
Brown. [Her] Father a curate, [she]
couldn't endure it--that's why the ladies are
residing in town. Twelve months ago her
modest self felt quite sublime to sit on a
fellow's knee who's been all in the grime,
and if you should want a kiss, she'd droop
her eyes like this, but now she droops them
just one at a time.
And every little movement has a
meaning of its own. Every little
movement tells a tale. When she
walks in dainty Hobble at the back
round here, there's a kind of wibble-
wobble, and she glides like THIS.
Then the Johnnies follow in her trail,
but when she turns her head like so,
something's doing, don't you know.
Every little movement tells a tale.
Down by the blue sea, cute as she could
be, Maudie would go for her dip every
day. Maudie had an eye for the boys--oh
my! And it happened that Reggie was
passing that way. When Reggie saw her,
he fell in quite a trance--he too is going
bathing. Said he, \"Now here's a chance.\"
She didn't smile or frown--just threw her
signal down, then slyly shrugged her
shoulders with a glance.
And every little movement has a
meaning of its own. Every little
movement tells a tale. When she
dashed into the ocean, Reggie kept
close by for to know her he had a
notion. Maudie tried to swim. \"Oh,
I'm here,\" said Reggie, \"if you fail.\"
And in less than half a wink, Maudie
dear commenced to sink. Every
little movement tells a tale.
Congratulations, such celebrations--
Bertie and Gertie have just tied the knot.
Folks at the party--all gay and hearty!
And notice the bridegroom looks anxious,
eh, what? When friends and relatives
depart their different ways, [he's] alone
with the girlie of his heart--no one to
gaze. He turns the lights down low, she
looked at him like so, then shyly with her
wedding ring she plays.
And every little movement has a
meaning of its own. Every little
movement tells a tale. When alone
no word they utter, but when
midnight chimed, then their hearts
begin to flutter, and she yawned like
this and stretches out her arm so
frail, and the hubby full of love looks
at her and points above. Every little
movement tells a tale.
