golden comb

i took you down to a river side, with a picnic basket and a box of wine. you said, "my love, this ain't no fun. treat me like a lady, not a simpleton.", well i tried, i tried, to keep you satisfied. give my heart, but you don't seem to care. some day you may find, a rich man who will buy, a golden comb to tame your wild hair. went to town, and i thought we might, have a quiet stroll under street lights. you said, "my love, this ain't no good. you're as romantic as a knot on wood.", well i tried, and i tried, to keep you satisfied. give my heart, but you don't seem to care. some day you may find, a rich man who will buy, a golden comb to tame your wild hair. keep your ribbons tied, straighten up your bows. keep your head held high, powder on your nose. well i tried, and i tried, to keep you satisfied. give my heart, but you don't seem to care. some day you may find, a rich man who will buy, a golden comb to tame your wild hair. a golden comb to tame your wild hair!