Miss Mabee

Maybe Miss Mabee will Or maybe Miss Mabee won't Maybe Miss Mabee will Or maybe Miss Mabee won't Maybe she'll lace your boot Or maybe she'll polish your flute Or maybe she'll dig your root Or maybe she won't give a hoot Miss Mabee told me to eat my tail It tasted awful Why do I listen to you, Miss Mabee? You commit nothing, but I love you anyway Miss Mabee told me to strip And pace the six-pointed seal Muttering heehaw in Hebrew and who ha I did all that stuff, just as you ordained Maybe she will, maybe she won't Maybe she do, maybe she don't But if she do, it's not up to you Miss Mabee, when you're near The air is bright and clеar Miss Mabee, when you're gone I feel I can't go on And whеn you're far away It feels like maybe it's there you'll stay And maybe I'll turn old and grey Waiting for your golden ray Then again maybe not Maybe Miss Mabee will Or maybe Miss Mabee won't Maybe Miss Mabee will Or maybe Miss Mabee won't