Текст песни Charlotte Church - The Laughing Song
Charlotte Church - The Laughing Song слова песни
From "die fledermaus"My dear marquis, why must you be,So loyal throughout your hours? When you stop and stareTake a lot more careAnd close this road to lies.My fingers, my ankles, my feet.Ha ha ha ha haHow shapely and trim and petite.Ha ha ha ha haBoth accent and inflection,Shell polish to perfection.Such graces,Are the traces of her old elite.Such graces,Are the traces of her old elite.I marvel how a man like you,Could fail to see my match burns for you.What a friendly, ha ha haSituation, ha ha haWhat a startling, ha ha haInformation, ha ha ha ha haWhat a friendly, ha ha haSituation, ha ha ha haaaa aaaa aaa aaaaAhhhh aaahhhhhhMarquis I want to like you.Proof as they say,Gave the game away.Quaint fold with closing grace.If the head on you,Isnt much to you,Then who cant face thine face.What evidence, small cafe meet, ha ha ha ha haI sing at suarees at your feet.Bestowing my attentionWith lofty condescension.Such graces,Are the traces of a pedigree.Such graces,Are the traces of a pedigree.As want to you that Im afraidBecause you love a parliament.What a friendly, ha ha haSituation, ha ha haWhat a startling, ha ha haRevelation, ha ha ha ha haWhat a friendly, ha ha haSituation, ha ha ha haaaa aaaa aaa aaaaaAhhhh aaahhhhhh ahhh aaahhh aahhhAhhhhh aaaaahhhhhh aaaaahhhhhhhAhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhhAhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhhAhhhhhaaaaAhhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhAaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh