I bought a bonnet to suit my face I had my petticoat trimmed with lace I looked at the mirror, around I twirled And then I went out in the wide, wide world I dreamed of gentlemen I would meet I saw them all kneeling at my feet I can't understand it, my hair is all curled But my goodness me, it's a great big world And it's a cold, cold, cold and we'll soon be old Alas and a lack, it's a great big world. I learned to sew and I learned to bake I even frosted an angel cake On Saturday evening, when folks dropped in My house was as neat as a brand new pin I thought by learning each social grace A chap might learn to forget my face I can't understand it, I've knitted and pearled But my goodness me it's a great big world! I had no petticoat trimmed with lace My angel cake was a sure disgrace My face was my fortune, my mother said And my dancing slippers of bright, bright red. A million miles I've danced or more In hopes Prince Charming would cross the floor I can't understand it, I've Waltzed and I've whirled But my goodness me, it's a great big world. But I'll keep on knitting and doing it well My slippers are one thing I never will sell My petticoat's waiting, because who can tell? It's a great big world, it's a great big world.