I Put My Hand In

Call on Dolly
 She's the one the spinsters recommend
 Just name the kind of man your sister
 Wants and she'll snatch him up
 Don't forget to bring your maiden aunts
 And she'll match him up
 Call on Dolly
 If your eldest daughter needs a friend
 Tell me, Mrs. Levi
 What's in all this for you?
 A living, Mr. Kemper
 Some people paint
 Some sew
 I meddle
 I've always been a woman who arranges things
 For the pleasure and the profit it derives
 I've always been a woman who arranges things
 Like furniture and daffodils
 And lives
 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 six foot three
 Loves a man who comes up to her ear
 Surely it's obvious she'll never be seduced
 Till 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 assist the Lord above
 I have always been a woman who arranges things
 Like luncheon parties, poker games, and love
 My aplomb in 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
 I put my hand in here
 And 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