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Data :02 grudzień 2009 |
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\"What good is sitting alone In your room? Come hear the music play. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret. Put down the knitting, The book and the broom. It\'s time for a holiday. Life is a Cabaret, old chum Come to the Cabaret. Come taste the wine, Come hear the band. Come blow a horn, Start celebrating; Right this way, Your table\'s waiting. What good\'s permitting Some prophet of doom To wipe every smile away. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, So Come to the Cabaret! I used to have a girlfriend Known as Elsie, With whom I shared A four sordid rooms in Chelsea She wasn\'t what you\'d call a blushing flower... As a matter of fact she rented by the hour. The day she died the neighbors Came to snicker: \"Well, that\'s what comes from too much pills and liquor.\" But when I saw her laid out like a Queen, She was the happiest... corpse... I\'d ever seen. I think of Elsie to this very day. I remember how she\'d turn to me and say: \"What good is sitting all alone in you room? Come hear the music play. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret. And as for me, And as for me, I made my mind up, back in Chelsea, When I go, I\'m going like Elsie. Start by admitting, From cradle to tomb It isn\'t that a long a stay. Life is a Cabaret, old chum, It\'s only a Cabaret, old chum And I love a Cabaret. [Więcej] [Mniej] |
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