Testo Barbara Song

I used to believe in the days I was pure and I was pure as you used to be My wonderful someone would come to me someday and then it would all depend on me If he's a good man if he's a rich man wears a fine cravat, smokes a cigar and if he's good and treats me like a lady then I shall tell him, "Sorry." Chin up high keep your powder dry don't be lax or go too far oh, the moon is gonna shine 'til dawn keep that little rowboat cruising on and on you stay perpendicular Oh, you can't just let a man walk over you cold and dignified is what you are such a whole lot of things can happen so firmly say but sweetly, "Sorry." The first to appear was a young man from Kent he was all that a man ought to be The second was older and bolder, I mean and the third was crazy mad for me They were all rich men they were all fine men wore silk cravats, smoked a big cigar and since they all made me feel a perfect lady I said politely, "Sorry." I would sigh, keep my chin up high never relaxed or went too far oh, I let the moon go shining on I let that narrow rowboat cruise around 'til dawn I stayed perpendicular I could not just let a man walk over me perhaps my dignity went rather far such an interesting lot of things might have happened I simply indicated, "Sorry." One 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 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 nigh for rowing and this girl was gone not so perpendicular so you let a man just walk right over you who said dignified is what you are such a wonderful lot of terrible things did happen and now it's you can tell me sorry.