Beware Of Young Girls
Dory Previn · Other Songs - Dory Previn
Beware of young girls
Who come to the door
Wistful and pale of twenty and four
Delivering daisies with delicate hands
Beware of young girls
Too often they crave to cry
At a wedding and dance on a grave
She was my friend, my friend
My friend, she was invited to my house
Oh yes, she was and though she knew
My love was true and no ordinary thing
She admired my wedding ring
She admired my wedding ring
She was my friend, my friend
My friend, she sent us little silver gifts
Oh yes, she did, oh, what a rare
And happy pair
She inevitably said as she glanced
At my unmade bed
She admired my unmade bed, my bed
Beware of young girls
Who come to the door
Wistful and pale of twenty and four
Delivering daisies with delicate hands
Beware of young girls
Too often they crave to cry
At a wedding and dance on a grave
She was my friend, my friend
My friend, I thought her motives were sincere
Oh yes, I did, ah, but this lass
It came to pass
Had a dark and different plan
She admired my own sweet man
She admired my own sweet man
We were friends, oh yes, we were
And she just took him from my life
Oh yes, she did, so young and vain
She brought me pain
But I'm wise enough to say
She will leave him, one thoughtless day
She'll just leave him and go away, oh yes
Beware of young girls
Who come to the door
Wistful and pale of twenty and four
Delivering daisies with delicate hands
Beware of young girls
Too often they crave to cry
At a wedding and dance on a grave
Beware of young girls
Beware of young girls, beware
Who come to the door
Wistful and pale of twenty and four
Delivering daisies with delicate hands
Beware of young girls
Too often they crave to cry
At a wedding and dance on a grave
She was my friend, my friend
My friend, she was invited to my house
Oh yes, she was and though she knew
My love was true and no ordinary thing
She admired my wedding ring
She admired my wedding ring
She was my friend, my friend
My friend, she sent us little silver gifts
Oh yes, she did, oh, what a rare
And happy pair
She inevitably said as she glanced
At my unmade bed
She admired my unmade bed, my bed
Beware of young girls
Who come to the door
Wistful and pale of twenty and four
Delivering daisies with delicate hands
Beware of young girls
Too often they crave to cry
At a wedding and dance on a grave
She was my friend, my friend
My friend, I thought her motives were sincere
Oh yes, I did, ah, but this lass
It came to pass
Had a dark and different plan
She admired my own sweet man
She admired my own sweet man
We were friends, oh yes, we were
And she just took him from my life
Oh yes, she did, so young and vain
She brought me pain
But I'm wise enough to say
She will leave him, one thoughtless day
She'll just leave him and go away, oh yes
Beware of young girls
Who come to the door
Wistful and pale of twenty and four
Delivering daisies with delicate hands
Beware of young girls
Too often they crave to cry
At a wedding and dance on a grave
Beware of young girls
Beware of young girls, beware
Beware Of Young Girls
Dory Previn's 'Beware Of Young Girls' stands as a haunting centerpiece in her discography, reflecting the dark, surreal narrative style that defines her work. Recorded in the late 1990s, the track exemplifies her ability to blend folk instrumentation with unsettling storytelling, creating an atmosphere of eerie intimacy. Previn often explores themes of isolation and the uncanny in her music, and this recording is no exception, utilizing sparse arrangements to heighten the sense of unease. The song's enduring presence in her catalog underscores her commitment to crafting atmospheric soundscapes that challenge conventional pop structures, cementing her reputation as a unique voice in alternative music.