Always True to You in My Fashion - Jo Stafford

If a custom-tailored vet asks me out for something wet

When the vet begins to pet, I cry «Hooray»

But I’m always true to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin', in my way

I’ve been asked to have a meal by a big tycoon in steel

If the meal includes a deal, accept I may

But I’m always true to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin', in my way

There’s an oil man known as Tex, who is keen to give me checks

And his checks, I fear, mean that Tex is here to stay

But I’m always true to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin', in my way

I enjoy a tender pass by the boss of Boston, Mass

Though his pass is middle-class and not Back Bay

But I’m always true to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin', in my way

There’s a madman known as Mack, who is planning to attack

If his mad attack means a Cadillac, okay

But I’m always true to to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin', in my way

From Ohio, Mister Thorne, calls me up from night 'til morn

Mister Thorne once cornered corn and that ain’t hay

But I’m always true to to you, darlin', in my fashion

Always true to you, always true to you, true to you, darlin', in my way