It Never Entered My Mind - Frank Sinatra, Nelson Riddle & His Orchestra

I don't care if there's powder on my nose

I don't care if my hairdo is in place

I've lost the very meaning of repose

I never put a mudpack on my face

Oh who'd have thought that I'd walk in a daze

Now I never go to shows at night but just to matinees

Now I see the show

And home I go

Once I laughed when I heard you saying

That I'd be playing solitaire

Uneasy in my easy chair

It never entered my mind

And once you told me I was mistaken

That I'd awaken with the sun

And ordered orange juice for one

It never entered my mind

You have what I lack, myself

Now I even have to scratch my back myself

Once you warned me that if you scorned me

I'd say a lonely prayer again

And wish that you were there again

To get into my hair again

It never entered my mind

Once you warned me that if you scorned me

I'd say a lonely prayer again

And wish that you were there again

To get into my hair again

It never entered my mind