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Well after all, Pickering,
I'm an ordinary man,
who desires nothing more than just an ordinary chance,
to live exactly as he likes, and do precisely what he wants...
An average man am I, of no eccentric whim,
Who likes to live his life, free of strife,
doing whatever he thinks is best for him,
Well... just an ordinary man...

But, let a woman in your life
and your serenity is through,
she'll redecorate your home,
from the cellar to the dome,
and then go to the enthralling fun of overhauling you...
Let a woman in your life,
and you're up against a wall,
make a plan and you will find,
she has something else in mind,
and so rather than do either you do
something else that neither likes at all.
You want to talk of Keats or Milton,
she only wants to talk of love,
You go to see a play or ballet,
and spend it searching for her glove.

I'm a quiet living man,
who prefers to spend the evenings in the silence of his room,
who likes an atmosphere as restful as an undiscovered tomb,
A pensive man am I, of philosophic joys,
who likes to meditate, comtemplate,
free from humanity's mad inhuman noise,
A quiet living man.

But, let a woman in your life,
and your sabbatical is through,
in a line that never ends
come an army of her friends,
come to jabber, and to chatter,
and to tell her what the matter is with you!
She'll have a booming boisterous family,
who will descend on you en mass,
She'll have a large wagnerian mother,
with a voice that shatters glass.

Assim canta o Professor Higgins, no My Fair Lady...
publicado por Carlos Botelho às 23:44 | comentar | partilhar