To Keep My Love Alive-Louise Carlyle

歌手 : Louise Carlyle

专辑 : Songs By Cole Porter And Rodgers & Hart: The 1953 Walden Sessions

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:15

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TXT To Keep My Love Alive-Louise Carlyle 文本歌词

To Keep My Love Alive Louise Carlyle

I've been married and married

And often I've sighed

I'm never a bridesmaid

I'm always the bride

I never divorced them

I hadn't the heart

Yet remember these sweet words

"Till death do us part"

I married many men

A ton of them

And yet I was untrue to none of them

Because I bumped off ev'ry one of them

To keep my love alive

Sir Paul was a frail

He looked a wreck to me

At night he was a horse's neck to me

So I performed an appendectomy

To keep my love alive

Sir Thomas had insomnia

He couldn't sleep at night

I bought a little arsenic

I just move he is here

Sir Philip played the harp

I cussed the thing

I crowned with his harp

To bust the thing

And now he plays where harps are

Just the thing

To keep my love alive

I thought Sir George had possibilities

But his flirtations made me ill at ease

And when I'm ill at ease

I kill at ease

To keep my love alive

Sir Charles came from a sanatorium

He yelled for drinks in emporium

So once again to sanatorium

To keep my love alive

Sir Francis was a singing bird

A nightingale That's why

I tossed him off my balcony

To see if he could fly

Sir Athelstane indulged in fratricide

He killed his dad and that was patricide

One night I stabbed him at my mattress side

To keep my love alive

I thought Sir George had possibilities

He killed his dad and that was patricide

To keep my love alive

Sir Charles came from a sanatorium

And every thing for in my emporium

I mixed one drink

I kill at ease

To keep my love alive

Sir Athelstane indulged in fratricide

He killed his dad and that was patricide

I thing it singing bird

They singing for am here

Sir Francis was a singing bird

He killed his dad and more patricide

And so my case for possibilities

To keep my love alive