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East is east and west is westAnd the wrong one I have choseLet's go where they keep on wearin'Those frills and flowers and buttons and bowsRings and things and buttons and bows.Don't bury me in this prairieTake me where the cement growsLet's move down to some big townWhere they love a gal by the cut o' her clothesAnd you'll stand out, in buttons and bows.I'll love you in buckskinOr skirts that you've homespunBut I'll love ya' longer, stronger Where yer friends don't tote a gunMy bones denounce the buckboard bounceAnd the cactus hurts my toesLet's vamoose where gals keep a-usin'Those silks and satins and linen that showsAnd I'm all yours in buttons and bows.Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are womenIn high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothesAnd French perfume that rocks the roomAnd I'm all yours in buttons and bows.Buttons and bows, buttons and bows Aus Songtexte Mania