Half an hour before the bridal dinner,
I found her lying on her bed lovely as the June night in her flowered dress.
A bottle of Sauterne clutched in one hand
and a letter in the other,
She slurred, “Never had a drink before,
but oh how I do enjoy it.”
I was scared.
I tell you; I'd never seen a girl like that before.
She began to cry.
She cried and cried.
She wouldn't let go of the letter;
rather, she squeezed it up into a wet ball only to leave it in the soap-dish while it came to pieces like snow.
She didn't say another word
but reached inside the waste-basket and pulled out a chain of pearls.
Daisy's changed her mind.
Tell 'em Daisy's changed her mind