| | The Laughing Song (Mein Herr Marquis) Lyrics Artist(Band):Charlotte Church
Why must you be So loathe to use your eyes When you stop and stare Take a lot more care And closely scrutinise 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 show polish to perfection Such 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 What a friendly, ha ha ha Situation, ha ha ha haaaa aaaa aaa aaaa Ahhhh aaahhhhhh Marquis, oh, what a wag you are 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 side-face What evidence more can there be, ha ha ha ha ha I sing at soirees without fee, ha ha ha ha ha ha Bestowing my attention With lofty condescension Such graces are the traces of a pedigree Such graces are the traces of a pedigree All's one to you, though I'm afraid Because you love a parlour maid What a friendly, ha ha ha Situation, ha ha ha What a startling, ha ha ha Revelation, ha ha ha ha ha What a friendly, ha ha ha Situation, ha ha ha haaaa aaaa aaa aaaaa Ahhhh aaahhhhhh ahhh aaahhh aahhh Ahhhhh aaaaahhhhhh aaaaahhhhhhh Ahhhhhaaaaahhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhh Ahhhhhaaaaahhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhh Ahhhhhaaaa ahhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhh aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh If you find some error in The Laughing Song (Mein Herr Marquis) Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to Jess for submitting the lyrics. Review the song The Laughing Song (Mein Herr Marquis) The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Charlotte Church" Music | |
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