Carrie: Julie, Julie! Do you like him? Julie: I don't know. Carrie: Did you like it when he talked to you today, When he put you on the carousel that way, mm mm mm Did you like that? Julie: I'd rather not say. Carrie: You're a queer one, Julie Jordan, You were quieter and deeper than a well An' ya never tell me nothin'! Julie: There's nothin' that I care to choose to tell. Carrie: You been acting most peculiar, Every morning you're awake ahead of me, Always settin' by the winder. Julie: I like to watch the river meet the sea. Carrie: When we work in the mill, weavin' at the loom You gaze absent-minded at the roof And half the time your shuttle gets twisted in the threads, 'Till you can't tell the warp from the woof. Julie: 'Taint so. Carrie: You're a queer one, Julie Jordan, You won't ever tell a body what you think. You're as tight-lipped as an oyster, And as silent as an old Sahara spink! Julie, I've been bustin' to tell you something lately... Julie: You have?! Carrie: The reason I didn't care to tell you before is 'cause you didn't have a fella of your own. Hmm hmm... But now that you got one, I can tell you about mine! Julie: I'm glad you gotta fella, Carrie!