The Cake I Had Lyrics. From Musical "Grey Gardens - A New Musical"
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The Cake I Had Lyrics
by . From Grey Gardens - A New Musical.
I have no complaints. I have everything I ever wanted.
You had a rich husband; you should've stayed with him.
I had a perfect marriage... beautiful children... terribly successful marriage, I never had a fight in my life.
I had a very, very happy, satisfying life.
Can't be done. You can't have your cake and eat it, too. You can't.
Ohhhh yes you can. I most certainly did have my cake and eat it, down to the last crumb.
What good is cake
You have but never eat?
I never could
Deny myself a sweet,
So I sliced my life
And licked my knife
And ate the cake I had.
Can't be done, I'm telling you...
Two perfect sons
I thoroughly enjoyed
An absent spouse
And cats to fill the void,
And the tri-state's best
Oh yes, I ate the cake I had.
Every tasty morsel,
Savored, chewed and masticated.
Rich and thin and clever.
Like a second helping?
Sister, would I ever!
I'll probably be an old maid until I die. I'll sit around with cats the rest of my life.
When are you gonna learn, Edie? You're in this world, you know! You're not out of the world!
The days are gone
When money grew on trees.
The money tree
Came down with elm disease.
But at my age, ducks,
For my two bucks
I'll eat the cake I have
And like it.
I'll eat the cake I have.
I think the saddest thing was my not marrying. During the war, my best friend, she was a nurse with the Red Cross... she met
somebody overseas in a hospital. A Marine. Lost both of his legs at Iwo Jima. Romance was inevitable, really, given the
situation. But I couldn't travel. Mother wasn't well during the war, you see.
Gerald Gettys worshipped you - and those two nice Rockefeller fellas-
They were horrible! Horrible!
You just didn't want to get married. Now it's all blamed on me.
I missed out on everything.
Point the famous finger.
Life is disappointing,
Put the parent through the wringer.
Blame it on the mother.
When I'm dead and buried
You won't get another.
I met a Count, in Greenwich Village. He was a poet and a playwright, and he said, "Edith, I want to make an honest woman out
I thought that was very decent.
He didn't have a nickel in his trousers! Not a nickel!
Mother despised him. Gave him the pink slip. To think, I coulda been a Countess - Countess Edith!
Enough with all
Your celebrated loves.
You had two hands.
You could have modeled gloves.
Is it my fault that
Your cake fell flat?
That you're unmarried,
Bald and fat?
As the world waltzed by
And Edie sat...
I ate the cake I had
And loved it.
Oh, I ate the cake I had,
No thanks to daddy.
I ate the cake... I had.
Sometimes I think I have the saddest life...
[Thanks to Jake for lyrics]
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