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No. 11 - Song - Mimosa - A geisha's life
| Mimosa: | A geisha's life imagination tints With all the charming colour of the rose, And people won't believe her when she hints Its beauties are not quite what they suppose. Because I'm rather quaint and picturesque, They think that for a butterfly like me Existence is delightfully grotesque, How very much mistaken folks may be! Oh, dance, my little geisha gay, And sing your pretty songs! they say, But don't you see It's hard on me, Who sing and dance the livelong day? Oh, dance and sing your pretty songs! they say, But don't you see It's hard on me, Who sing the livelong day? |
| And ever as my samisen I play Come lovers at my pretty feet to fall, Who fancy till I bid them run away A geisha's heart has room enough for all! Yet love may work his will, if so he please; His magic can a woman's heart unlock As well beneath kimono Japanese As under any smart Parisian frock. We love you, little geisha gay, Oh won't you love us, too? they say; But don't you see It's lost on me, Who hear the same thing day by day? Oh, dance and sing your pretty songs! they say, But don't you see It's hard on me, Who sing the livelong day, Who sing ah! ah! ah! the livelong day? |
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Page modified 4 December 2016