Charlotte Church The Laughing Song (mein Herr Marquis) lyrics

My dear Marquis,
why must you be
so loathe to use you eyes?
When you stop and stare,
take a lot more care
and closely scrutinise.

My fingers my ankles and feet
ah ah ah ah ah
are shapely and trim and petite
ah ah ah ah ah
Both accent and inflection are polished to perfection.
These graces are the traces of our old elite
Such graces are the traces of our old elite.

I marvel how a man like you
could fail to see my blood runs blue.

What a funny - ha ha ha
situation - ha ha ha
what a startling - ha ha ha
Revelation - ha ha ha ha ha ha

What a funny - ha ha ha
situation - ha ha ha
Haa ha ha haa ha ha ha haa ha ha ha ha haaa
ha ha ha ha
Oh Marquis, what a wag you are!

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Profiles they say give the game away
when formed with classic grace.
If the head on view isn't much to you
then look at me on side-face.

What evidence more can there be
ah ah ah ah ah
I sing at soirees without fee
ah ah ah ah ah
Bestowing my attention with lofty condescension
These graces are the traces of a pedigree
These graces are the traces of a pedigree.

All's one to you though I'm afraid
because you love a parlour maid!

What a funny - ha ha ha
situation - ha ha ha
what a startling - ha ha ha
Revelation - ha ha ha ha ha ha

What a funny - ha ha ha
situation - ha ha ha
Haa ha ha haa ha ha ha haa ha ha ha ha haaa
ha ha ha ha, ah ahhhh, ahhhhh, ah, ahhhh ah, ah ha ha!