Try, try, try to arrange me But there's no romance in my blood Try, try, you'll never persuade me My only tears fall with the rain
My father had a dozen wives And a child by every one I am from about, umm, number five So don't expect me to stay with anyone
Try, try, try to arrange me But there's no romance in my blood Try, try, you'll never persuade me My only tears fall with the rain
My mother never takes a break From her pining after furniture Every moment on her feet is torture And I share her love of wine and cake And taking advantage of amateurs