I Put My Hand In

[Dolly] I have always been a woman who arranges things For the pleasure and the profit it derives I have always been a woman who arranges things Like furniture and daffodils and lives (Hands purse to Ambrose) When a man with a timid tongue Meets a girl with a diffident air Why should the tortured creatures beat around the bush When heaven knows mother nature always needs a little push So I put my hand in here I put my hand in there And a girl over 6 foot 3 Loves a man who comes up to her ear Surely it's obvious she'll never be seduced 'Til some kind soul condescends To give her beau a little boost So I put my hand in there I put my hand in here I have always been a woman who arranges things It's my duty to a*sist the Lord above I have always been a woman who arranges things Like luncheon parties, poker games, and love My aplomb at cosmetic art Turned a frump to a trump lady fair She had a countenance a little bit like scrooge But oh today you would swear the Lord himself applied the rouge When I put my hand in here I put my hand in there! I put my hand in here I twist a little, stir a little Him a little, her a little Shape a little, mold a little Some poor chap gets sold a little When I use my fist a little Some young bride gets kissed a little Pressure with the thumbs Matrimony comes When, I put my hand in there... For when my little pink wiggles Some young maiden gets the giggles Then I make my knuckles active "My" he says "She's so attractive." Then I move my index digit And they both begin to fidget Then I clench my palm The preacher reads a psalm When I put my hand in there!