SIBELLA: Monty, it's so strange Everything will change Think how our lives will be I don't know what you'll do without me
Poor Monty You're awfully handsome and smart Poor Monty You'll rise above You'll put the loss of Sibella behind And you will find Someone better to love
Poor Monty Have I just broken your heart? Poor Monty Am I to blame? It may look bleak But in a week I'll wager you'll have forgotten My name
I think I can picture her now Young and willing Oh, it's thrilling In a way, you'll have me to thank She'll be perfect A shopgirl, a teacher The sister of a preacher Or a widow with cash in the bank
Poor Monty Cozy in a cottage for two Oh, Monty Soon there'll be three Nothing will stop Your ascent o'er the top You'll own your own shop Monty, I guarantee And I'll rue the day I turned you away And I will say To myself Poor me
I can picture us now Very grand In demand Always somewhere exciting to go All of Mayfair will imitate us, Love us and hate us For being the people people want to know
My husband Will grow distinguished and gray My husband Will always be Straight as a line Steady and fine Totally mine Unfortunately Dry as a bone An insufferable drone Dull as a stone Poor me