Somebody told me you'd found new bonhomie
Going places
You'd never go with me
I felt myself become a bitter old shrew
Oh I'd have bitten you in two
If you would let me
I look deadly as a nun
Martyrdom does not become me
I'll find love in vanity
Somebody told me you'd found places to go
And new people to know
And new ladies and so
I felt myself become a bitter old shrew
I'd have bitten her too
If you would let me
If I don't laugh what do I do?
If I don't laugh and see this through
I shouldn't even think of you
Allow me one extravagance
Before they come and ban me
And let me shoot the messenger
So help me God you talk so much
This knowledge ain't my business
But I hang on his every word
God speed his journey back to hell
I might retreat singing
But all I hear is you
Just give me one more shot of gin
I'll scream along to anything
Just let me shoot the messenger
So help me god you talk so much
This tart, this whore, my weakness
I'm gonna shoot the messenger
Oh let me shoot the messenger
I'm gonna shoot the messenger
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