歌词
CARL-MAGNUS:
She wouldn't...
Therefore they didn't...
So then it wasn't—
Not unless it—
Would he?
She doesn't...
God knows she needn't...
Therefore it's not
He'd never...
Therefore they haven't...
Which makes the question absolutely—
Could he?
She daren't...
Therefore I mustn't...
What utter rot!
Fidelity is more than mere display
It's what a man expects from life
Fidelity like mine to Desiree
And Charlotte, my devoted wife
The papers...
He mentioned papers,
Some legal papers,
Which I didn't see there
Where were they,
The goddamn papers
She had to sign?
What nonsense...
He brought her papers,
They were important,
So he had to be there
I'll kill him!
Why should I bother?
The woman's mine!
Besides, no matter what one might infer,
One must have faith to some degree
The least that I can do is trust in her
The way that Charlotte trusts in me
Capable, pliable...
Women, women...
Undemanding and reliable,
Knowing their place
Insufferable, yes, but gentle,
Their weaknesses are incidental
A functional but ornamental
Race
Durable, sensible...
Women, women...
Very nearly indispensable
Creatures of grace
God knows the foolishness about them,
But if one had to live without them,
The world would surely be a poorer,
If purer,
Place
The hip-bath...
About that hip-bath...
How can you slip and trip into a hip-bath?
The papers...
Where were the papers?
Of course, he might have taken back the papers...
She wouldn't...
Therefore they didn't
The woman's mine!