Ella Fitzgerald ( комп.Jerome Kern) - I'll Be Hard To Handle | Текст песни

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• Ella Fitzgerald ( комп.Jerome Kern)
• I'll Be Hard To Handle

Now we`ll say till something do us part
That old dad of mine ain`t got a heart
Any girl who`s out for pleasure
Thinks of marriage only at her leisure
As it is, they`ve got the horse behind the cart

When my pop said we must wed,
He kind of wowed me, still I`m read-y
But one thing must be clear
At this time

I`ll be hard to handle
I promise you that
And if you complain
Here`s one little Jane
Who`ll leave you flat

I`ll be hard to handle
What else can I be
I say with a shrug
I think you`re a mug
To marry me

When you first threw me a gander
I was willing to philander
But I never thought I`d have to be a bride
Now you`re gonna find tough sledding
I don`t want no shotgun wedding
I was only along for the ride

I`ll be hard to handle
I`m telling you plain
Just be a dear
and scram out of here
I`m gonna raise cain

I`ll be hard to handle
My bridges are burned
This wedding`s a gag
And you`re in the bag
Where I`m concerned

I`ll be hard to handle
When we`ve said, "I do"
See there`s no hope
I just got a dope
When I took you

I`ll be living my life in bed
But they always will be twin beds
And I warn you, you`ll be living like a monk
Our affair is now a past one
So don`t think you`ve pulled a fast one
Just remember, I think you`re a punk!

I`ll be hard to handle
I`m no ball and chain
I`ll find some means
To call the Marines
I`m gonna raise cain

Gonna raise cain
I`m telling you plain
I`m gonna raise cain

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