Pretty Monday

I should be gloomy; I should be grim
I shouldn't care for a boy I'll call Him.
I shouldn't smile when he laughs at my joke
I shouldn't mind that my heart, he done broke.
I should be solemn, singing sad hymns
I shouldn't heart-flutter when at me he grins.
But today breezes take me from out of my mind
And tell me to worry some other time.