It Never Entered My Mind/In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning - Debby Boone

I don’t care if there’s powder on my nose

I don’t care if my hairdo is in place

I’ve lost the very meaning of repose

I never put a mudpack on my face

Oh, who’d have thought that I’d walk in a daze

Now I never go to shows at night but just to matinees

Now I see the show

And home I go

Once I laughed when I heard you saying

That I’d be playing solitaire

Uneasy in my easy chair

It never entered my mind

Once you told me I was mistaken

That I’d awaken with the sun

And order orange juice for one

It never entered my mind

You have what I lack, myself

And now I even have to scratch my back myself

In the wee small hours of the morning

While the whole wide world is fast asleep

You lie awake and you think about the boy

And never, ever think of counting sheep

When your lonely heart has learned its lesson

You’d be his if only he would call

In the wee small hours of the morning

That’s the time you miss him most of all

Once you warned me that if you scorned me

I’d sing the maiden’s prayer again

And wish that you were there again

To get into my hair again

It never entered my mind

It never entered my mind