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TOUCHSTONE
My mistress’ eyes are…
My mistress’ eyes…
My mistress eyes are… nothing like the sun.
If breasts were fair, why then her breasts are dun
There’s no music when she speaks,
Just the breath that from her reeks,
And yet, by heaven, my mistress is the one.
And her name is: Audrey
She looks tired and tawdry
She’s a little bit odd
A little bit flawed
But lawd, aren’t we all?
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun
I’d ask for her two cents, but she hath none
There’s no music when she speaks
Just the breath that from her reeks
And yet, by heaven, my mistress is the one.
And her name is:
AUDREY
Audrey?
TOUCHSTONE
Audrey! Audrey!
She’s not bright, but she’ bawdry!
She’s a little bit odd,
A little bit flawed,
But aren’t we all?
Bo-de-o-de-o, Audrey.
She’s tired and tawdry
A little bit odd,
A little bit flawed,
But I’d crawl right down through the sod
To get closer to Audrey
How-I-love-ya, How-I-love-ya, Audrey
A little bit odd,
A little bit flawed
But she’s just my kind of broad
She makes me want to tread where no man has trod
And everybody here should stand up and applaud
I’m awed by Audrey
Aren’t we all?
