Where they won't be recognized He can always slip the maitre'd a ten Get a private little table and try her on for size Make a plan of where to do it when He's so sly, he's in love with his lies
(Chorus) And the wives, the wives are in Connecticut The wives, the wives are in Connecticut Trying to forget it, that they really do regret it That they moved up to Connecticut That they moved up to Connecticut
The first year I was faithful He confesses to the girl Admitting to the least of his sins His candour, so disarming, in this wicked city world She falls for it and once again he wins He's so sly, he's in love with his lies
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The five flight walk up Can he make it? He keeps promising to go back to the gym He thinks about his wife So passionate last night Was she really feeling it for him?
Or was it junior's teacher? Or the carpenter who put up the shelves Or the mechanic who fixed the wagon Or the gardener who dug the well Or the Italian riding instructor Or the man on the Carousel
Or the out of work actor in Westport Or the surgeon who cured the ills Or the Yalie from New Haven Or the farmer in the Dell
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How about The lifeguard at the yacht club The hairdresser from New London The tennis pro from Fairfield The Fuller Brush man from Bristol The fisherman from Mystic The novelist from New Canan The usher at the movie theater The architect from Guilford The man on the carouselTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
