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No. 3 - Song - Militza - "Not a little bit like you."
| Militza: | The man I really ought to have lov'd, Is a high-bred hall-marked hero; No common clod, but a Grecian god, With a Roman nose like Nero! And an eye whose stare will raise the hair Of the man he's introduced to, And a pair of fine moustaches turning up in little dashes As a certain Emperor's used to! Well, that doesn't sound like you, dear, Not a little bit like you; For your pair of eyes are a common size, Of a fishy, wishy-washy blue! And you can't look down your nose and frown, As the man I want could do; He will have a nose that he can look down, Not a stubby little snub, like you! |
| The man I really ought to have lov'd Should be six feet high, or over, With a grip of steel and an iron heel Like a proud piratic rover! With shoulders trim and a figure slim, So slim that you needn't force it. If you ever cared to bet him it was possible to get him In a twenty-four inch corset! Well, that doesn't sound like you, dear, Not a little bit like you; For you keep your chest right down your vest And your waist is big enough for two! For if I marry you, my friend, I should have to tie your shoe, And I want a man who can sometimes bend, Not a tubby little scrub like you! |
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Page modified 13 October 2016