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No. 21 - Song - Juliette - If that's not love, what is?
| Juliette: | To win the man who's won my heart There's nothing that I wouldn't do! I'd wear a frock that wasn't smart, And unbecoming chapeau too. If square cut shoes should please his taste Then no more pointed toes for me, And thirty inches round the waist I'd cheerfully consent to be. And if that's not love, what is? For I feel my heart go pop, And my senses whirl and fizz, Till I don't know where to stop! Car c'est ainsi, mes amis, Que l'on aime en tous pays, Car l'amour, l'amour, l'amour, l'amour, L'amour ne raison ne pas, Car l'amour, l'amour, l'amour, l'amour, L'amour ne raison ne pas! |
| To win his heart if he were rich, Still farther I'd consent to go! I'd catch his eye by conduct which Would not be voted comme il faut. I'd prove to him in tête-à-tête That girls are not so prim and chill, And then if he should hesitate I'd go a little further still! And if that's not love, what is? For I feel my heart go pop, And my senses whirl and fizz, Till I don't know where to stop! Car c'est ainsi, mes amis, Que l'on aime en tous pays, Car l'amour, l'amour, l'amour, l'amour, L'amour ne raison ne pas, Car l'amour, l'amour, l'amour, l'amour, L'amour ne raison ne pas! |
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Page modified 4 December 2016