[Militza:]
I'm full of a passion
for setting the fashion
In dinner and dance and dress,
And posing as leader to every reader
Of pars in the social press!
The hang of a coat or
the hoot of a motor,
I'll settle what that must be;
For I am the Mistress of the Robes--
[Chorus:]
For she is the Mistress of the Robes--
[Militza:]
And what do you think of me?
[Chorus:]
And what do you think of her?
[Militza:]
For I'm in the swim, the swim, the swim,
The fairy of fashion, or fad, or whim;
I'm ready to ride my hunter astride,
Or dress in a skirt with a slit up the side.
[Chorus:]
Oh! she's in the swim, the swim, the swim,
The fairy of fashion, or fad, or whim;
All men and women have got to swim in
The wake of the one in the swim, the swim!
[Militza:]
The dream of my heart is
to have little parties
To lunch in an air-balloon!
I'm going wrapped up in
a cloak with the Captain,
We will not come down too soon!
I'm wearing for bathing
a suit that is swathing,
And doesn't come near my knee--
For I am the Mistress of the Robes--
[Chorus:]
For she is the Mistress of the Robes--
[Militza:]
So all of you copy me!
[Chorus:]
So all of you copy her!
[Militza:]
For I'm in the swim, the swim, the swim,
The fairy of fashion, or fad, or whim;
I'm ready indeed the dances to lead
In half a lace handkerchief looped with a bead!
[Chorus:]
Oh! she's in the swim, the swim, the swim,
The fairy of fashion, or fad, or whim;
All modern women must dance and swim in
The dress of the one in the swim, the swim!