The Music-hall Girl - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE MUSIC-HALL GIRL. Copyright, 1896, by Oliver Ditson Company. Written and Composed by Ilda Orme. 
The Music-Hall Girl is the rage, The pet of the youth and old age, With plenty of chic. And one dear little kick, She makes a success on the stage. She shows you her lace and her limb, And a foot that is dainty and trim; She smiles and she winks, And, of course, each man thinks She smiles and she winks at him. 
Chorus. The Music-Hall Girl is the rage, The pet of both youth and old age. With plenty of chic And one dear little kick. She makes a success on the stage- [Dance.] 
The hubby sits in the front row, But wify is not there-oh, not She thinks her dear hub Quite safe at the club. For there pretty girls never go: But where is the harm, after all, In the darlings of the music hall If they give you spice With your champagne on ice, They want but a curtain call. 
Chorus. The hubby sits in the front row, But wine is not there-oh, no! She thinks her dear hub Quite safe at the club; Ah! there's where they all say they go.- [Dance] 
The mischievous Music-Hall Girl, She will set all your brains in a whirl. When she sings naughty songs, Which to Paree belongs. When her laces they twinkle and twirl. In his mind then each man forms a place, For a supper, champagne And" can-can." She will throw you a kiss While you watch her in bliss, But she'll go home with some other man. 
Chorus. The mischievous Music-Hall Girl, She will set all your brains in a whirl; When she sings naughty songs, Which to Puree belongs. When her laces they twinkle and twirl.-[Dance.]