Buttons and bows
East is east and west is west; And the wrong one I have chose; Let's go where I'll keep on wearin'; Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows; Rings and things and buttons and bows.; Don't bury me in this prairie; Take me where the cement grows; Let's move down to some big town; Where they love a gal by the cut o' her clothes; And I'll stand out; In buttons and bows.; I'll love you in buckskeen; Or skirts that I've homespum; But I'll love ya' longer, stronger where; Your friends don't tote a gun,; My bones denounce the buckboard bounce; And the cactus hurts my toes; Let's vamoose where gals keep usin'; Those silks and satins and linen that shows; And I'm all yours in buttons and bows.; Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women; In high silk hose and a pick-a-boo clothes,; And French perfume, that rocks the room; And I'm all yours, in buttons and bows.; 