Lyrics Mary Make Believe - Noël Coward
                                                If 
                                                you're 
                                                romantic 
                                                temperamentally
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                must 
                                                restrain 
                                                it 
                                                all 
                                                you 
                                                can
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                see 
                                                life 
                                                too 
                                                sentimentally
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'll 
                                                never 
                                                find 
                                                your 
                                                man
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'll 
                                                build 
                                                such 
                                                terribly 
                                                pedantic 
                                                dreams
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                your 
                                                romantic 
                                                scheme 
                                                may 
                                                go 
                                                awry
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                thoughts 
                                                are 
                                                such
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                claim 
                                                too 
                                                much
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                love 
                                                will 
                                                pass 
                                                you 
                                                by
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mary 
                                                make 
                                                believe
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dreamed 
                                                the 
                                                whole 
                                                day 
                                                through
 
                                    
                                
                                                Foolish 
                                                fancies, 
                                                love 
                                                romances
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                could 
                                                they 
                                                come 
                                                true
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mary 
                                                make 
                                                believe
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sighed 
                                                    a 
                                                little 
                                                up 
                                                her 
                                                sleeve
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nobody 
                                                claimed 
                                                her
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                only 
                                                named 
                                                her
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mary 
                                                make 
                                                believe
 
                                    
                                
                                                She's 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                girl 
                                                who's 
                                                always 
                                                blowing 
                                                mental 
                                                bubbles
 
                                    
                                
                                                Till 
                                                she's 
                                                quite 
                                                our 
                                                of 
                                                breath, 
                                                quite 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                breath
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                seems 
                                                to 
                                                have 
                                                the 
                                                knack 
                                                of 
                                                magnifying 
                                                troubles
 
                                    
                                
                                                Till 
                                                they 
                                                crush 
                                                her 
                                                to 
                                                death, 
                                                crush 
                                                her 
                                                to 
                                                death
 
                                    
                                
                                                She's 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                duffer 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                ineffective 
                                                kind
 
                                    
                                
                                                She's 
                                                bound 
                                                to 
                                                suffer 
                                                from 
                                                her 
                                                introspective 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Her 
                                                indecisions 
                                                quite 
                                                prevent 
                                                her 
                                                visions 
                                                coming 
                                                true
 
                                    
                                
                                                Imagination 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                form 
                                                of 
                                                flagellation
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                    a 
                                                sensitive 
                                                child 
                                                lets 
                                                it 
                                                run 
                                                wild
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                dims 
                                                the 
                                                firmament
 
                                    
                                
                                                Till 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                world 
                                                is 
                                                permanently 
                                                blue
 
                                    
                                
                                                She's 
                                                simply 
                                                bound 
                                                to 
                                                make 
                                                    a 
                                                bloomer
 
                                    
                                
                                                Until 
                                                she's 
                                                found 
                                                her 
                                                sense 
                                                of 
                                                humour
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                love 
                                                should 
                                                touch 
                                                her 
                                                ever
 
                                    
                                
                                                She'll 
                                                never, 
                                                never 
                                                see 
                                                it 
                                                through
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nobody 
                                                claimed 
                                                her
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                only 
                                                named 
                                                her
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mary 
                                                make 
                                                believe
 
                                    
                                
                                                Noel 
                                                Coward, 
                                                w. 
                                                Orchestra
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dir. 
                                                Carroll 
                                                Gibbons
 
                                    
                                
                                                Recorded 
                                                27th 
                                                April 
                                                1928
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Dance Little Lady
2 A Room with a View
3 Mary Make Believe
4 Try To Learn To Love
5 Lorelei
6 A Dream of Youth (The Dream Is Over)
7 Zigeuner
8 World Weary
9 Love Scene from "Private Lives", Act I
10 I Never Realised / If You Were the Only Girl In the World
11 Half-Caste Woman
12 Any Little Fish
13 Lover of My Dreams (Mirabelle Valse)
14 Soldiers of the Queen; Goobye Dolly Queen, Etc.
15 Cavalcade, Epilogue: Toast To England
16 Parisian Pierrot; Poor Little Rich Girl; a Room With a View, Etc.
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