Comment 1 of 1, added on March 20th, 2005 at 7:37 AM.
Walking swiftly with a dreadful duchess,
She smiled too briefly, her face was pale as sand
She jumped into a taxi when she saw me coming,
Leaving me alone with a private meaning,
She loves me so much, my heart is singing.
Later at the Club when I rang her in the evening
They said: Miss Rat is dining, is dining, is dining,
No madam, she left no message, ah how her silence speaks,
She loves me too much for words, my heart is singing.
The Pullman seats are here, the tickets for Paris, I am waiting,
Presently the telephone rings, it is her valet speaking,
Miss Rat is called away, to Scotland, her constituents,
(Ah the dreadful duchess, but she loves me best)
Best pleasure to the last, my heart is singing,
One night she came, it was four in the morning,
Walking slowly upstairs, she stands beside my bed,
Dear darling, lie beside me, it is too cold to stand speaking,
She lies down beside me, her face is like the sand,
She is in a sleep of love, my heart is singing.
Sleeping softly softly, in the morning I must wake her,
And waking she murmurs, I only came to sleep.
The words are so sweetly cruel, how deeply she loves me,
I say them to myself alone, my heart is singing.
Now the sunshine strengthens, it is ten in the morning,
She is so timid in love, she only needs to know,
She is my little child, how can she come if I do not call her,
I will write and tell her everything,
I take the pen and write:I love you so much, my heart is singing.
liam from
Australia
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Walking swiftly with a dreadful duchess,
She smiled too briefly, her face was pale as sand
She jumped into a taxi when she saw me coming,
Leaving me alone with a private meaning,
She loves me so much, my heart is singing.
Later at the Club when I rang her in the evening
They said: Miss Rat is dining, is dining, is dining,
No madam, she left no message, ah how her silence speaks,
She loves me too much for words, my heart is singing.
The Pullman seats are here, the tickets for Paris, I am waiting,
Presently the telephone rings, it is her valet speaking,
Miss Rat is called away, to Scotland, her constituents,
(Ah the dreadful duchess, but she loves me best)
Best pleasure to the last, my heart is singing,
One night she came, it was four in the morning,
Walking slowly upstairs, she stands beside my bed,
Dear darling, lie beside me, it is too cold to stand speaking,
She lies down beside me, her face is like the sand,
She is in a sleep of love, my heart is singing.
Sleeping softly softly, in the morning I must wake her,
And waking she murmurs, I only came to sleep.
The words are so sweetly cruel, how deeply she loves me,
I say them to myself alone, my heart is singing.
Now the sunshine strengthens, it is ten in the morning,
She is so timid in love, she only needs to know,
She is my little child, how can she come if I do not call her,
I will write and tell her everything,
I take the pen and write:I love you so much, my heart is singing.
liam from Australia