At Long Last Love Page #9

Can't be profound

So if your boyfriend

some fine night should say;

He'll love you forever;

Part from you never

Just push mm

out oi the hay

Yeah!

'Cause most gentlemen

don't like love

We've been in love

And we know what

we're talking about;

Oh, to our woe

We have found out;

Let's hear it!

They just like to slap it;

They just like

to squeeze it

They just like to

bounce it around

They just like to

Kick it around

Hey, Brooke. Let's go for a walk.

Yeah, okay.

Beth, you'll see about the stuff?

Oh, sure. You two go ahead.

Hello?

Get me Murray Hill 4-1599, please.

Charge it to Brooke Carter.

Hello, Rod?

Now listen very carefully,

meathead.

Ridiculous.

I feel better already.

I mean, let's just go back.

And we're gonna dance with

a different sucker every dance.

And flirt with them all.

Make 'em all suffer.

Yeah.

Yeah.

He can't even speak English.

I know.

He reads the funny papers.

I know.

Gambles like a fool.

I know.

He snores.

I know.

He loves me.

I know.

Well, he's completely irresponsible.

I know.

And terribly lazy.

I know.

He drinks much too much.

I know.

He snores.

I know.

He loves me.

I know.

Isn't it silly?

The gods who nurse this universe

think little of mortals' cares

They sit in crowds

on exclusive clouds

And laugh

at our love affairs

I might have had

a real romance

If they'd given me

a chance

I love him

But he didn't love me

I wanted him

But he didn't want me

Then the gods

had a spree

And indulged in

another whim

Now he loves me

But I don't love him

I told this tale

with its weary wail

To several devoted wives

Really?

They said, "You're young

You have simply sung"

"The story of

all our lives"

So maybe

there are couples here

Who have had

the same career

You loved him

But he didn't love you

You wanted mm

But he didn't want you

Then the gods

saw you two

And indulged in

another whim

Now he loves you

But you don't love him

There they are.

Come on.

You two go ahead.

Hmm? Oh.

Of course.

Beat it, junior.

Yes, sir.

Well, it took you long enough.

Are those other two bozos here?

Of course.

What are you doin'

in the mornin'?

What did you have in mind?

From being merely

a necessary luxury;

And someone sympathetic

to have about; Mm-hmm.

Why, now you're nearly

a luxurious necessity

I couldn't imagine

ever living without

Oh, yeah?

I suppose I could somehow

struggle through Mm-hmm.

But I hate to picture myself

without you

Flummery.

It's all flummery.

Picture Henry Ford

without a car;

Picture heaven's firmament

without a star

Picture Fritzy Kreisler

without a fiddle Tsk, tsk.,

Picture poor Philadelphia

without a Biddle

Picture Central Park

without a sailor

Picture Mr. Lord

minus Mr. Taylor;

Mix them all together

and what do you got?

Just a picture of me

without you

Picture Ogden Nash

without a rhyme

Picture Mr. Bulova

without the time

Picture Staten Island

without a ferry

Picture little George Washington

without a cherry

Picture brother Cain

without his Abel

Picture Pritchard here

minus Mother Mabel

Mix them all together

and what have you got?

Yes? Just a

picture of you without me

Oh, no.

Picture Paul Revere

Without a horse

Picture love

in Hollywood

Without divorce

Yeah.

Picture Barbara Hutton

without a nickel

Picture poor Mr. Heinz, my dear,

without a pickle

Picture a good

cigar without Havana

Picture Huey Long

less Louisiana

Mix them all together

and what have you got?

Just a picture of me

without-

You without

Me without

You without me

Me

Just a picture of me

without you

Change partners!

She is lovely, no?

She is lovely, yes.

I think she is more lovelier now

than ever I see her.

Yep.

Isn't she beautiful?

She sure is.

I think she's more beautiful now

than I've ever seen her.

Mm-hmm.

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