Well, Miss, I wonder where you live, br I wonder what’s your name, br I wonder how you came to be br In such a stylish frame; br Perhaps you were a favorite child, br Perhaps an only one; br Perhaps your friends were not aware br You had your portrait done. br br Yet you must be a harmless soul; br I cannot think that Sin br Would care to throw his loaded dice, br With such a stake to win; br I cannot think you would provoke br The poet’s wicked pen, br Or make young women bite their lips, br Or ruin fine young men.