Charlotte Church

From "die fledermaus"
My dear marquis, why must you be,
So loyal throughout your hours?
When you stop and stare
Take a lot more care
And close this road to lies.
My fingers, my ankles, my feet.
Ha ha ha ha ha
How shapely and trim and petite.
Ha ha ha ha ha
Both accent and inflection,
Shell polish to perfection.
Such graces,
Are the traces of her old elite.
Such graces,
Are the traces of her old elite.
I marvel how a man like you,
Could fail to see my match burns for you.
What a friendly, ha ha ha
Situation, ha ha ha
What a startling, ha ha ha
Information, ha ha ha ha ha
What a friendly, ha ha ha
Situation, ha ha ha haaaa aaaa aaa aaaa
Ahhhh aaahhhhhh
Marquis I want to like you.
Proof as they say,
Gave the game away.