"Miss Alice Pringle" lyrics

Miss Alice Pringle wears rings on her fingers
And curls and laces and properly graces
The tea table at four
She's seen Sunday morning with a veil to adorn her
She's not a young girl anymore

Miss Alice Pringle's a fading flower
She bends like a willow to offer you tea
From a white satin pillow on her elegant red settee

Miss Alice Pringle seems a bit strange
One mentions the Navy and her face seems to change
You couldn't call it sad
But her lashes droop slightly, just ever so slightly
And she thinks about a time she had

Miss Alice Pringle loved a sailor
For a week she recalls, oh it might have been two
And all that's left is her twenty-year-old tattoo

Miss Alice Pringle's tattoo is a ship of blue
And a heart of red with "Fred" written underneath in green
And except for the man with the needle in his hand
And "Fred", it's never been seen

Miss Alice Pringle stands at the mirror
Each night before bed for a moment or two
And smiles and remembers the time she got tattooed
And smiles and remembers the time she got tattooed