Letras
VERONICA
There was a English lass
As pretty as a rose
But chaste she was, and never would she play
From her pretty little a—, hands
To her pretty little toes
A waste it was to keep them hid away
The gentleman who called her she denied
And, like a proper lady would, she cried:
You may paint my portrait and buy me champagne
But don't kiss me
You may pet me over and over again
But dont kiss me
You may call me "darling," and ask me to dance
For dancing is my cup of tea
No, these lips are not for the taking
But if you'll only agree
That we never should part
You'll be breaking my heart
If you dont kiss me!
No lovers would she claim
All sweethearts would she scorn
But one day when a suitor came to call
She saw that, to her shame
Her stocking she had torn!
And at her feet the gentleman did fall
She swished her fan to keep the hound at bay
And like the bless'd Madonna did she say:
You may paint my portrait and buy me champagne
But don't kiss me
You may pet me over and over again
But don't kiss me
You may call me "darling," and ask me to dance
For dancing is my cup of tea
No, these lips are not for the taking
But if you'll only agree
That we never should part
You'll be breaking my heart
If you don't kiss me
Everybody!
You may paint my portrait and buy me champagne
But don't kiss me
You may pet me over and over again
But don't kiss me
Come on, lads!
You may call me "darling," and ask me to dance
For dancing is my cup of tea
No, these lips are not for the taking
But if you'll only agree
That we never should part
You'll be breaking my heart
If we ever should part