paroles de chanson A Bachelor Gay - Peter Dawson

A bachelor gay am I
Though I suffer from Cupid's dart
But never I vow will I say die
In spite of an aching heart
For a man who has loved
A girl or two
Though the fact must be confessed
He always swears the whole way through
To every girl he tries to woo
That he loves her far the best

At seventeen he falls in love quite madly
With eyes of tender blue
At twenty-four he gets it rather badly
With eyes of a different hue
At thirty-five
You'll find him flirting sadly
With two or three or more
When he fancies he is past love
It is then he meets his last love
And he loves her
As he's never loved before.

A girl as you've heard of old
Is a kind of a paradox
She changes her mind more times I'm told
Than ever she does her frocks
And a man's like a moth around a flame
For it's nearly always found
He burns his wings, but all the same
The nicest part of Cupid's game
Is fluttering round and round

At seventeen he falls in love quite madly
With eyes of tender blue
At twenty-four he gets it rather badly
With eyes of a different hue
At thirty-five you'll find him flirting sadly
With two or three or more
When he fancies he is past love
It is then he meets his last love
And he loves her
As he's never loved before.