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My Fair Lady
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I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face
作詞:Alan Jay Lerner, Frederick Loewe
Damn, damn, damn, damn I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed to the tune She whistles night and noon Her smiles, her frowns Her ups, her downs
Are second nature to me now Like breathing out and breathing in I was serenely independent and content before we met Surely I could always be that way again
And yet I've grown accustomed to her looks Accustomed to her voice Accustomed to her face
'Marry Freddy' what an infantile idea, what a heartless Wicked, brainless thing to do, but she'll regret it She'll regret it, it's doomed before they even take the vow
I can see her now, Mrs. Freddy Eynsford Hill In a wretched little flat above a store I could see her now, not a penny in the till And a bill collector beating at the door
She'll try to teach the things I taught her And end up selling flowers instead Begging for her bread and water While her husband has his breakfast in bed
In a year or so when she's prematurely gray And the blossom in her cheek has turned to chalk She'll come home, and lo, he'll have upped and run away With a social climbing heiress from New York
Poor Eliza, how simply frightful 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 How humiliating, how delightful How poignant it'll be on that inevitable night When she hammers on my door in tears and rags
Miserable and lonely, repentant and contrite Will I take her in or hurl her to the wolves? Give her kindness or the treatment she deserves? Will I take her back or throw the baggage out?
I'm a most forgiving man The sort who never could, ever would Take a position and staunchly never budge Just a most forgiving man
But, I shall never take her back If she were crawling on her knees Let her promise to atone Let her shiver, let her moan I'll slam the door and let the hell cat freeze
'Marry Freddy', ha
But I'm so used to hear her say 'Good morning' every day Her joys, her woes Her highs, her lows
Are second nature to me now Like breathing out and breathing in I'm very grateful she's a woman And so easy to forget Rather like a habit One can always break
And yet I've grown accustomed to the trace Of something in the air Accustomed to her face
Eliza, where the devil are my slippers?
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