I used to have this girlfriend known as Elsie With whom I shared four sordid rooms in Chelsea She wasnt what youd call a blushing flower As a matter of fact she rented by the hour The day she died the neighbors came to snicker Well, thats what comes from too much pills and liquor But when I saw her laid out like a Queen She was the happiest corpse, Id ever seen I think of Elsie to this very day I remember how shed turn to me and say What good is sitting all alone in your 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, Im going like Elsie Start by admitting from cradle to tomb Isnt that long a stay Life is a cabaret, old chum Its only a cabaret, old chum And I love a cabaret
Posted on: Sun, 02 Nov 2014 18:34:50 +0000
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