Love Me Tonight Page #6

The bounder is a tailor.

The Princess mustn't hear of this

or the breaths of life would fail her.

I'd rather throw a bomb at her

than have her wed a commoner

and nothing would be commoner

than a commoner who's a tailor.

- A tailor! - A tailor!

- The bounder is a tailor!

The news would make your ancestor

upon the wall grow paler.

If painted ears could hear at all

that frame would crash from off the wall.

The son of a gun is nothing but a tailor.

The son of a gun is nothing but a tailor.

Come here, you geese, the great Maurice

is not a knight of the golden fleece.

The son of a gun is nothing but a tailor.

My Lord, I said [...]

and now I wish I was dead instead.

The son of a gun is nothing but a tailor.

It makes me boild with rage to think

I blacked his boots.

I should have blacked

his eye!

To think I pressed

his coat and vest

when he's the one who can press the best.

The son of a gun is nothing but a tailor.

I made the bed where he laid his head

and now my cheeks are burning red.

The son of a gun is nothing but a tailor.

I used to flirt until it hurt

while he stood there in his undershirt.

The son of a gun is nothing but a tailor.

[...]

[...]

Imagine cooking pheasant for

a guy who's just a peasant for

the son of a gun is nothing but a tailor.

Working with a red hot iron

makes a lady keep perspiring

til her strength is just about to fail her.

But it's worth to stand above

a board and scrub the britches of

a son of a gun who's nothing but a tailor.

Down upon my hands and knees

washing up his BVDs

this is a job that hardly pleases me.

If I had known I would've tore

the buttons of his panties for

the son of a gun is nothing but a tailor.

Nothing but a tailor!

Nothing but a tailor.

The son of a gun is nothing but a tailor.

The son of a gun is nothing but a tailor.

The son of a gun is nothing but a tailor.

The son of a gun is nothing but a tailor.

The son of a gun is nothing but a tailor.

The son of a gun is nothing but a tailor.

The son of a gun is nothing but a tailor.

The son of a gun is nothing but a tailor.

The son of a gun is nothing but a tailor.

The son of a gun is nothing but a tailor.

"Does it make so much difference?"

"I love you, I love you.

This, I can tell you, this is mine."

"- I love you, Maurice.

- You don't know who I am."

"Whoever you are. Whatever you are.

Wherever you are. I love you."

Your heart and my heart

were meant to meet.

Don't make them wait,

love me tonight.

Why should our lips be afraid to meet.

Love me tonight...

Who knows what

tomorrow brings,

with the morning light.

Dear, I am here

with a heart that sings.

Love me tonight.

Princess! Princess!

Jeanette! Jeanette!

- Maurice!

- Princess!

- Stop the train! I'm coming with you!

- Oh no, Your Highness forgets I'm a tailor.

I love you! I can't live without you!

I love you,

but you couldn't be a tailor's wife.

I could and I will!

- Stop the train!

- No, I love you too much. [...] Goodbye.

- Stop the train!

- What happened?

I love him!

- That's not a railroad problem!

- Stop this train!

No! No!

Jeanette!

Come, darling, come...

Once upon a time there was a Princess

and a Prince Charming...

- Who was not a prince.

- But who was charming.

And they lived happily ever after...

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