Up to the West End, right in the best end Straight from the country came Miss Maudie Brown Father's a curate, but couldn't endure it That's why the lady is residing in town Twelve months ago her modest self felt quite sublime To sit on a fellow's knee who's been in all the grime And if you should want a kiss She'd drop her eyes like this But now she drops them just one at a time.
Chorus: And every little movement has meaning of its own Every little movement tells a tale When she walks in dainty hobbles At the back round here, there's a kind of wibble-wobble And she glides like this Then the Jonnies follow in her trail 'Cos when she turns her head like so Something's going, don't you know Every little movement tells a tale
Down by the blue sea, cute as she could be Maudie would go for her dip every day Maudie has an eye for the boys, oh my And it happens that Reggie was passing that way When Reggie saw her he fell into a trance He too is going bathing for her now, here's a chance, She didn't smile or frown Just threw her peignoir (dressing gown) down Then slyly shrugged her shoulders with a glance.
Chorus: And every little movement has meaning of its own Every little movement tells a tale When she dashed into the ocean Reggie kept close by for to know her Maudie tried to swim “Oh I'm here,” said Reggie, “If you fail” And in less than half a wink Maudie dear commenced to sink Every little movement tells a tale.
Congratulations, such celebrations Bertie and Gertie have just tied the knot. Folks at the party, all gay and hearty And noticed the bridegroom looks anxious, eh what? When friends and relatives depart their different ways Alone with the girlie of his heart And once again he turned the lights down low She looked at him like so Then slyly with her wedding ring she plays.
Chorus: And every little movement has meaning of its own Every little movement tells a tale When alone no words they utter But when midnight chimed, then their hearts begin to flutter And she yawned like this And stretches out her arm so frail And her hubby full of love Looks at her and points above Every little movement tells a tale.
===================================== Written and composed by Cliff - J.C. Moore (UK version) Performed by Marie Lloyd (1870-1922)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
