paroles de chanson A Sinner Repents - Graeme Allwright

A Sinner Repents
(Le Mauvais Sujet Repenti) (Andrew Kelly)

Her tiny waist was just a treat,
Her bottom neat,
She picked up clients at the corner
Of her street;
But her: Sweety, how about it
Before dinner,
Removed all doubt, she was an
Absolute beginner.

She had the inborn gift, you know,
'Twas not mere show.
Without technique no gift has very
Far to go.
Being on call is different from
A nun's vocation,
As you can learn from any bishop's
Dissertation.

My heart was moved, I helped this maid
Abashed, afraid,
I taught her all the little secrets
Of her trade
I showed her how she'd strike it richer
Very soon,
And how to use that shapely part
Round as the moon.

Of all the tricks in her delayed
Apprenticeship,
The fundamental one was mastery
Of the hips;
The little wiggle is not uniformly
Fervent,
To pick up ironmongers, vicars, civil
Servants.

Those subtle lessons she learned fast,
The clever lass.
Her profits grew and half of them
To me she'd pass
We racked it in just like a Tax
Collector's hoard;
She did the work, I was the Chairman
Of the Board.

When it befell her (on reflection
It is vexing)
To be the victim of an intimate
Infection,
Honest, scrupulous and caring,
Philanthropic,
She passed me on my share of germs so
Microscopic.

At the clinic it was killing...
Penicillin,
So I gave up the rotten job, just
Wasn't willing.
She sobbed, she cried, she wept, she bawled, but
All in vain
I quit the devil's wage of sin for
My good name.

Without protector, without roots, and
Sore of foot,
She took to working in a house of
Ill-repute.
Her clients are policeman now. What
Infidelity!
She's forgotten all she learned about
Morality.