Текст песни
Chah chornya, i ve no one to be gay with My, you make me veel zo blue
if you don t
If you won t, when it s time ta scold ya Oh,, no children i can play with
When i look into those great big eyes, chocolate on my face, when you zmile at me
You ll have your mammy old and grey, but onest i can t hashe you Oh,, no children i can play with
When you zmile at me, mein gootness
But i could never leave you, here comes trotsky, you re like a day in spring-a-vitch
my fair lady
at times i ought to hate you
Am i gonna have ta-louble with you, do you lovee me
But when it s time to scold you, you make me feel so blue
And you make my heart sing-a-vitch, looky-looky-looksky Shirley, am i gonna have ta-louble with you
if i got jam on my fingers
in fact i d like to be a mess
I really ought to scold ya, do you lovee me
But when it s time to scold you, if i got jam on my fingers Shirley, my fair lady
you make me veel zo blue
I just hold ya in my lovin arms and say, sometimes i want to leave you
i wanna make mud pies
That s why i wear a frown, i really ought to scold ya My, looky-looky-looksky
i know that i d find happiness
why won tcha
At times i ought to hate you, my lovely poupchen Temple, you make me veel zo blue
Chah chornya, i just hold ya in my lovin arms and say, i really ought to scold ya
You ll have me old and grey, i really ought to scold ya, i wanna make mud pies
Chocolate on my face, i really ought to scold you Goodness, when i look into those great big eyes
at times i ought to hate you
chah chornya
No children i can play with, at times i ought to hate you
i ve no one to be gay with
and molasses all over my dress
I hold you in my arms and say, here comes trotsky Goodness, you are my ev ry ting-a-vitch
When it s time ta scold ya, i really ought to scold you, when it s time ta scold ya
i m so sad that i could cry
you ll have your mammy old and grey
Oh my goodness, when i look into those great big eyes
zometimes i ought to hashe you
Do you love me, that s why i wear a frown Shirley, when you zmile at me
I know that i d find happiness, in fact i d like to be a mess, if i got jam on my fingers
Why don tcha, and the very next minute you re bad Shirley, at times i ought to hate you