[Veronica:]
There was an English lass
As pretty as a rose
But chaste she was and never would she play
From her pretty little a-... hands
To her pretty little toes
A waste it was to keep them hid away
The gentlemen who called her she denied
And like a proper lady would, she cried

You may paint my portrait and buy me champagne
But don't kiss me
You may pet me over and over again
But don't kiss me
You may call me darling and ask me to dance
For dancing is my cup of tea
No, these lips are not for the taking
But if you'll only agree
That we never should part
You'll be breaking my heart
If you don't kiss me!

No lovers would she claim
All sweethearts would she scorn
But one day when a suitor came to call
So saw that, to her shame
Her stocking she had torn!
And at her feet the gentleman did fall
She swished her fan to keep the hound at bay
And like the bless'd Madonna did she say

You may pain my portrait and buy me champagne

[Veronica