Clean Lyric
Paragraph Lyric
He bought me the fur mink five winters ago
And the gown the following fall
Then the necklace, the bag, the gloves, and the hat
That was late '48 I recall

Then last night in his apartment
He tried to remove them all
And I said as I ran down the hall

Take back your mink
Take back your pearls
What made you think
That I was one of those girls?

Take back the gown
The gloves and the hat
I may be down
But I'm not flat as all that

I thought that each expensive gift you'd arranged
Was a token of your esteem
But when I think of what you want in exchange
It all seems a horrible dream

So take back your mink
To from whence it came
And tell them to alter and rise it
For some other dame

Take back your mink
Take back your pearls
What made you think
That I was one of those girls?

I'm screaming
Take back the gown
The gloves and the hat
I may be down
But I'm not flat as all that

I thought that each expensive gift you'd arranged
Was a token of your esteem
But when I think of what you want in exchange
It all seems a horrible dream

Take back your mink
Those old worn out pelts
And go shorten the sleeves
For somebody else

Well, wouldn't you?
He bought me the fur mink five winters ago   And the gown the following fall   Then the necklace, the bag, the gloves, and the hat   That was late '48 I recall      Then last night in his apartment   He tried to remove them all   And I said as I ran down the hall      Take back your mink   Take back your pearls   What made you think   That I was one of those girls?      Take back the gown   The gloves and the hat   I may be down   But I'm not flat as all that      I thought that each expensive gift you'd arranged   Was a token of your esteem   But when I think of what you want in exchange   It all seems a horrible dream      So take back your mink   To from whence it came   And tell them to alter and rise it   For some other dame      Take back your mink   Take back your pearls   What made you think   That I was one of those girls?      I'm screaming   Take back the gown   The gloves and the hat   I may be down   But I'm not flat as all that      I thought that each expensive gift you'd arranged   Was a token of your esteem   But when I think of what you want in exchange   It all seems a horrible dream      Take back your mink   Those old worn out pelts   And go shorten the sleeves   For somebody else      Well, wouldn't you?