Lyrics Slip of a Girl - Marla Schaffel , Bruce Dow

I cannot believe it!
What is it, Madame?
He means to marry her!
A governess!
A slip of a girl
No breeding, no brass
No kinship, no class
A slip of a girl who misplaces her grace
And disgraces her place
A slip of a girl
Who should settle for less
And confess a success
I'm outraged and appalled
Distressed and offended
Scandalized, mortified
Shocked and upended
Is it true, mam'selle?
Yes, it is!
You're a slip of a girl
It is unlikely, I fear
He's in love with you, dear
Mrs. Fairfax!
A slip of a girl!
Would you marry him when
You've no knowledge of men?
A slip of girl
I would beg you to purge
Your unvirginal urge
I'm fretted and anxious
Concerned and disturbed
Upset, apprehensive
Harassed and perturbed!
Oh, Jane, you must be careful
I remember in my youth
I thought the same as you
But men, my dear, will break your heart
While swearing to be true
From Mr. Rochester, Miss
Thank you, Robert
But these are the Rochester jewels!
Oh, yes
To be worn by a governess?
I'm astonished, alarmed
Perplexed and dumbfounded
Bewildered, embarrassed
Amazed and astounded
I don't know why he sent them
I told him I would not wear them
Not wear them?
And who are you to say you will not wear jewels given
To you by Mr. Edward Fairfax Rochester?
A slip of a girl
Whose form, I'll be sworn
He should scorn to adorn
No, indeed, Mrs. Fairfax
A slip of a girl
Who'd be blessed, at the best
To be fetchingly dressed!
I shall not wear them!
A slip of a girl
Who'll do as she's told
Or be wholly cajoled
Laughable, impudent
Brazen, audacious
Saucy, impertinent
Bold and ungracious
Ooh, voila!
From the tailors at Milcote, Miss
Oh, yes, thank you
So this is the wedding dress?
Do you like it?
Like it? Well, I

I remember, long ago
When I wore such a dress
He died, poor man, and broke my heart
Still broken, I confess
I'm very sorry to hear that, Mrs. Fairfax
A slip of a girl
Insipidly built
Ill-equipped, to the hilt
You're a slip of a girl
And I'll bet he'll not let
You be more than a pet
He's twenty years older
Aesthetics won't let it
Be more than a friendship
You'd better forget it
No, indeed, Mrs. Fairfax. Edward is young
Edward?
He's young in his heart
Oh, dear
He loves me, I'm sure
Oh, dear, I don't know
I solemnly swear
Love is a great thing
Our love will endure
Well, then
I'm thrilled, I'm enchanted
Enraptured, excited
Gratified, tickled
I trust I'm invited?
I'm charmed, I'm disarmed!
Jane Eyre, I'm delighted!
Come, my dear