Текст песни The Laughing Song - Charlotte Church
From
"die
fledermaus"
My
dear
marquis,
why
must
you
be,
So
loyal
throughout
your
hours?
When
you
stop
and
stare
Take
a
lot
more
care
And
close
this
road
to
lies.
My
fingers,
my
ankles,
my
feet.
Ha
ha
ha
ha
ha
How
shapely
and
trim
and
petite.
Ha
ha
ha
ha
ha
Both
accent
and
inflection,
She'll
polish
to
perfection.
Such
graces,
Are
the
traces
of
her
old
elite.
Such
graces,
Are
the
traces
of
her
old
elite.
I
marvel
how
a
man
like
you,
Could
fail
to
see
my
match
burns
for
you.
What
a
friendly,
ha
ha
ha
Situation,
ha
ha
ha
What
a
startling,
ha
ha
ha
Information,
ha
ha
ha
ha
ha
What
a
friendly,
ha
ha
ha
Situation,
ha
ha
ha
haaaa
aaaa
aaa
aaaa
Ahhhh
aaahhhhhh
Marquis
I
want
to
like
you.
Proof
as
they
say,
Gave
the
game
away.
Quaint
fold
with
closing
grace.
If
the
head
on
you,
Isn't
much
to
you,
Then
who
can't
face
thine
face.
What
evidence,
small
cafe
meet,
ha
ha
ha
ha
ha
I
sing
at
suarees
at
your
feet.
Bestowing
my
attention
With
lofty
condescension.
Such
graces,
Are
the
traces
of
a
pedigree.
Such
graces,
Are
the
traces
of
a
pedigree.
As
want
to
you
that
I'm
afraid
Because
you
love
a
parliament.
What
a
friendly,
ha
ha
ha
Situation,
ha
ha
ha
What
a
startling,
ha
ha
ha
Revelation,
ha
ha
ha
ha
ha
What
a
friendly,
ha
ha
ha
Situation,
ha
ha
ha
haaaa
aaaa
aaa
aaaaa
Ahhhh
aaahhhhhh
ahhh
aaahhh
aahhh
Ahhhhh
aaaaahhhhhh
aaaaahhhhhhh
Ahhhhhaaaaahhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhh
Ahhhhhaaaaahhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhh
Ahhhhhaaaa
Ahhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhh
ahhhhhhhhhhh
Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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