It Never Entered My Mind

<br>written by Lorenz Hart and Richard Rodgers<br>&amp;copy; 1940 Chappell &amp; Co (ASCAP)<br><br>I don`t care if there`s powder on my nose<br>I don`t care if my hair-do is in place<br>I`ve lost the very meaning of repose<br>I never put a mudpack on my face<br>Oh who`d have thought that I walk in a daze now<br>I never go to shows at night but just to matinees now<br>I see the show, and home I go<br><br>Once I laughed when I heard you saying<br>That I`d be playing solitaire<br>Uneasy in my easy chair<br>It never entered my mind<br><br>Once you told me I was mistaken<br>That I`d awaken with the sun<br>And order orange juice for one<br>It never entered my mind<br><br>You have what I lack myself<br>And now I even have to scratch my back myself<br><br>Once you warned me that if you scorned me<br>I`d sing the maiden`s prayer again<br>And wish that you were there again<br>To get into my hair again<br>It never entered my mind<br><br>Once you warned me that if you scorned me<br>I`d sing the maiden`s prayer again<br>And wish that you were there again<br>To get into my hair again<br>It never entered my mind<br>It never entered my mind