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You're a Queer One, Julie Jordan
Richard Rodgers
Julie Julie! Do you like him? I don't know. Did you like it When he talked to you today? When he put you On the carousel that way? Did you like that? I'd rather not say. You're a queer one, Julie Jordan; You are quieter And deeper than a whale. And you never Tell me nothin'. There's nothin' that I care Or choose to tell. You've been actin' Most peculiar: Every morning you're awake Ahead of me. Always sittin' By the window. I like to watch The river meet The sea When we work at the mill, Weavin' at the loom, You gaze absentminded At the roof. And half the time your shottle Gets twisted with the thread 'Til you can't tell the warp from the woof. You're a queer one, Julie Jordan; You won't ever tell ol' Bobby what you think. You're as tight-lipped as an oyster And as silent as an old Sahara sphynk. Sphynx! Huh? Sphynx Uh-uh. Sphynk. You spell it with an 'x.' That's only when there's more than one. Oh... Julie. Julie, I've been bustin' to tell you somethin' lately. Yeah? Reason I didn't care to tell you before was 'cause you didn't have a feller of your own. Now you got one, I can tell you 'bout mine. 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Oh, I'm glad you got a feller, Carrie! What's his name? His name is Mister Snow And an upstanded man is he. He comes home every night In his round bottomed boat With a net full of herring from the sea. An almost perfect beau As refined as a girl could wish. But he spends so much time in his round bottomed boat That he can't seem to lose his smell of fish. The first time he kissed me, The whiff of his clothes knocked me flat On the floor of the room. But now that I love him, My heart's in my nose And fish is my favorite perfume. Last night he spoke quite low -- And a fair-spoken man is he -- And he said, 'Miss Pipperidge, I'd like it fine if I could be wed with a wife. And indeed, Miss Pipperidge, If you'll be mine, I'll be yours for the rest of my life.' Next moment we were promised And now my mind's in a maze, For all it can do is look forward to That wonderful of days. When I marry Mister Snow, The flowers will be buzzin' with a home of bees; The birds will make a racket in the churchyard trees When I marry Mister Snow. Then it's off to home we'll go And both of us will look a little dreamy-eyed Drivin' to a cottage by the oceanside Where the salty breezes blow. He'll carry me 'cross the threshold And I'll be as meek as a lamb. Then he'll set me on my feet And I'll say kind and sweet, 'Well, Mister Snow, here I am!' Then I'll kiss him so he'll know That everything'll be as right as right can be Livin' in a cottage by the sea with me For I love that Mister Snow, That young seafarin', Bold and darin' Big beef wisker, Overbearin', Darlin' Mister Snow.
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