The Laughing Song 歌詞
The Laughing Song (歡笑之歌) - Charlotte Church (夏綠蒂)
My dear Marquis
Why must you be
So loathe to use your eyes
When you stop and stare
Take a lot more care
And closely scrutinise
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 show polish to perfection
Such graces are the traces of our old elite
Such graces are the traces of our old elite
I marvel how a man like you
Could fail to see my blood was blue
What a gorgeous ha ha ha
Situation ha ha ha
What a startling ha ha ha
Revelation ha ha ha ha ha ha
What a friendly ha ha ha
Situation ha ha ha ha
Ah ah
Marquis oh what a wag you are
Profiles they say
Give the game away
When formed with classic grace
If the head on view
Isn't much to you
Then look at me side-face
What evidence more can there be ha ha ha ha ha
I sing at soirees without fee ha ha ha ha ha ha
Bestowing my attention
With lofty condescension
Such graces are the traces of a pedigree
Such graces are the traces of a pedigree
All's one to you though I'm afraid
Because you love a parlour maid
What a friendly ha ha ha
Situation ha ha ha
What a startling ha ha ha
Revelation ha ha ha ha ha ha
What a friendly ha ha ha
Situation ha ha ha ha
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah