Christian Borle feat. Andrew Rannells - The Thrill Of First Love Lyrics

Lyrics The Thrill Of First Love - Andrew Rannells , Christian Borle



Hang up all your clothes
Whizzer begs
Whizzer knows
Shave your legs
Makes me sick
You're a prick
God, you're impossible
We've been together for nine months
Ten months
Nine months
Ten months
Nine months
Ten months
We are the salt of the bourgeoisie
While i put the steak in
I bring home the bacon
And we're proud to say we love it how we
Don't, Won't
Don't
Won't
Don't
Agree
Everything he owns is vile
Marvin doesn't care a whit
Marvin doesn't share
My devotion to
Style
Men from France can cancel a debt
Men in cufflinks make me forget my name
I intend to upset
This regrettable game
Whizzer takes me by the neck
What is this, wash and wear?
Whizzer has unlimited knowledge of
Dreck
Send me flowers
Mention is made
Make them roses
Attention is paid in full
See how quickly he sours
When he pushes, I pull
Hang up your clothes, Marvin
Breeding shows, Marvin
I was rich, he was horny
We fit like a glove
Close your eyes Whizzer
Passion dies
But I'd kill for that thrill of first
Love
We ask for passion at all times
We stand for passion and drink this toast
Still it's awfully trying
And we're not denying
Out of all our lesser passions
We like fighting most
Whizzer screws too much to see
What a joy's monogamy
What a joy is saving is joys
For one man
Leave me
Love me
Don't be a fool
Want me
Feed me
No one so cruel and
Cheap
What I love I devour
What you love you devour
What I covet, I keep
Isn't that right, Whizzer?
Let's both fight, Whizzer!
I was trained in karate
I'm best when I cheat
So I'll cheat, Whizzer and I'll shove
And I'll kill for that thrill of first
Love
We'v been together for nine months-
Ten months
Nine months
We've been together for ten months
What, it's been nine months!
Ten months
In fact, we almost survived a year
True but who is counting?
We're too busy mounting
A display of our affection
That is so sincere
Passion dies
Passion dies
I would kill for that thrill of first love
I would kill for that thrill of first love-
I would kill for that thrill of first love-
I would kill for that thrill
I would kill for that thrill of first
Love
Love
Love



Writer(s): William A Finn


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