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No. 25 - Supplementary Song - Mitzi
| Mitzi: | To hold my own with ladies high Was always my ambition; My constant thought has been how I Might better my position. But now that I've attained a height Beyond my aspirations, I do not think the pleasure quite Comes up to expectations. And I'm disappointed now because I was happier as I was, For I'm just a common little girl As anyone can see; Ladies can never never have A better time than me. When a rich girl meets a gentleman friend There's a haughty "How d'ye do?" But the common little girl gets a great big kiss, Now I think that's the best, don't you? |
| I thought how grand when I went out To take a little airing, To know the papers raved about The clothes that I was wearing. Around my carriage men would stand Nice compliments to pay me, A chaperone would hold my hand, Lest lovers should way-lay me. But to sit like this in an old landau Isn't quite what I bargained for. For I'm just a common little girl, I like to have my fling. I never want to be attached To someone's apron string. When a lady goes out there's a chaperone Who must look after her; But the common little girl goes out on her own, And she has a good time rather! |
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| In married life it isn't smart For swells to have affections; So quite nice couples drift apart In opposite directions. It may suit Lady Vere de Vere Like this to be neglected; But if 'twas me, I'd make it clear That's not what I expected. For what's the use of a husband who Flirts with ev'ryone else but you! Well, I'm just a common little girl, I like to speak my mind, I'll never let the matter pass If my old man's unkind. When a lady's vexed with her husband, Well, she sulks for a week or more; But the common little girl with her common little fist Gives his common old face what for! |
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| Though nice girls to the theatre flock, They're frequently contented To gaze upon a rival's frock, And not the piece presented. They retail scandal of the day With ardour undiminish'd, And when the curtain falls they say, "Good gracious! is it finish'd?" Then they murmur as they wander out, "What was the stupid piece about?" Well, I'm just a common little girl, I do so love the play! And other common little girls Are like me, I dare say. For a Duchess may sit in a private box And pretend it's all a bore, But the common little girl in the gallery shouts, "You're doing it fine. Encore!" |
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