Testi Barbara Song - Samuel Matlowsky, Bea Arthur

Barbara Song

I used to believe, in the days I was pure
And I was pure, like you used to be
My wonderful someone will come to me someday
And then, it will all depend on me
If he’s a fine man, if he’s a rich man
Wears a fine cravat, smokes a cigar
And if he’s gallant and treats me like a lady
Then I shall tell him: «Sorry»
Chin up high, keep your powder dry
Don’t relax or go too far
Look, the moon is gonna shine 'til dawn
Keep the little rowboat cruising on and on
You stay perpendicular
Oh, you can’t just let a man walk over you
Cold and dignifid is what you are
Such a whole lot of things can happen
So firmly say, but sweetly: «Sorry»
On day comes a man, but what kind of a man?
Do you know why he does what he does?
He walked into my room and he hung up his hat
And I just didn’t know where I was
He was a lean man, he was a mean man
He didn’t own a cravat, smoked no cigar
And God knows he never made me feel a lady
There just wasn’t time for: «Sorry»
Chin up high? My chin was down my shoes
And I relaxed, but far too far
Oh, the way the moon kept shining on
The night was nice for rowing and this girl was gone
Not so perpendicular