[MRS. PEACHUM] Now there's a man, the living tool of Satan He charges forth while others are debatin' Connivin', cocky knave with all the trimmin' I know one thing will trim him down - women In women he meets deep authority On them he feels his old dependency He sniggers at the Good Book Mocks the priss and prim Does anything for pay, if it will pay And since he knows what ladies do to him He thrusts them well out of his way All through the day he swears he's self-denying Then dusk descends and once again he's lying
They're all the same in meeting love's confusion Poor noble souls get planted in illusion The one who swore he would forswear the clinches Who is it now entangles him? - Wenches He'd fain resist their lush authority Before him stands his old dependency He hugged the Ten Commandments Trod the tried and true Would Godly be, and Golden Rule obey For lunch ate frugally, a grape or two Survived on one pure thought a day He screamed, "I've mastered it without half trying" Appears the moon and once again he's lying (spoken) Idiots! All of 'em.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
