Текст песни Ladies In Their Sensitivities - Edmund Lyndeck & Jack Eric Williams

Beadle
Excuse me my lord
May I request my Lord,
Permission my lord to speak?
Forgive me if i suggest my lord
You're looking less than your best my lord,
There's powder upon your vest my lord,
And stubble up on your cheek.
And ladies my lord,

Are weak.

Dialogue

Ladies in their sensitivities, my lord
Have a fragile sensibility,
When a girl's emergent,
Probaly it's urgent,
You differ to her gentility, my lord.
Personal disorder cannot be ignored given their gentile proclivities,
Meaning no offense,
It happenes they resent it,
Ladies in their sensitivities my lord.
Dialogue
Fret not though my lord,
I know a place my lord,
A baber my lord of skill
Thus armed with a shaven face my lord
Some eau de cologne to grace my lord
You'll dazzle the girl until
She bows to your every will