Old Maid Lyrics by Lizzie Curry

Always being one.
Never being two.
Re-arrange the furniture,
There's nothing else to do.
Keep an empty house.
Watch your brothers wed.
Dream an empty dream at night
Upon an empty bed.

Old maid! Old maid!

Growing old alone.
Lonelier with age.
Buy a tiny mockingbird
And lock him in a cage.

Visiting your kin
Yearly family tours
Mustn't love the kids too much.
They're never really yours.

Old maid! Old maid!

Be kind to your poor Aunt Lizzie,
Her nerves are none too good.
She brings you a present when she comes.
Kiss her like you should.

Be thoughtful and sweet and proper,
Until she goes away.
She's been here a week and a half today.
When will she ever go?

Go where? Go where?

My dress is too tight. My skin is alive all over.
It's turning tonight, and yet not a sign of breeze.
I'm all tied up! My clothes seem to be on fire!
They're tying me up and burning me to the bone!

Why won't it rain? Please let it rain!

Oh, God,
Don't let me live and die alone