Transition - With So Little to Be Sure Of Song Lyrics
Come with me Fay.
My cookies need someone to take care of them.
That's an excuse. Come on, where's your wig?
You wouldn't want me like that.
Four wives: they all tried to change me. The girls who don't are the girls you don't marry.
You like my hair, yes? My lips, yes?
Ze sway of my-How you say-
Of my hips...
You don't leave me with anything.
I'm sorry. For me it was marvelous.