Andrew Lippa, Alix Korey - An Old-Fashioned Love Story lyrics
[Andrew Lippa, Alix Korey - An Old-Fashioned Love Story lyrics]
MADELAINE
At the bar there's a girl in the shadow
Sitting still like a nun unknown
Though an attic full of strangers
May hold many hidden dangers
There's a quality I like - she's alone
So I pause and I wink
And I shudder
Just to bring her attention in line
While her pastures may be greener
I can tell by her demeanor she's mine!
The girl falls off her chair, dead drunk
That's fine:
I need a good natured, old-fashioned
Lesbian love story
The kind of tale my mama used to tell
Where the girls were so sweet
And the music would swell
And in the end the queen would
Send the men off to hell
What is that mild mannered, old-fashioned
Lesbian love story
Where people knew exactly who they were?
I want the story of yore
That they don't sing anymore
To an old-fashioned dyke like her
See that girl on the bed, how she wants me
She's a bee I could free from the hive
I would never dare deceive her
She's a very clever beaver
With a quality I like - she's alive
So I pause and I twitch
In the silence
While I pray that she'll play out this hand
But, I feel my intuition
Saying "Notice her position" -
Start the band!
The girl is embraced by a man
She's clearly manned
I planned a well-rendered, one-gendered
Lesbian love story
With good old-fashioned sex in every line
Where girls with tattoos would
Whimper and whine
"While on all fours, you show me yours
And I'll show you mine"
I miss that soft hearted, old-fashioned
Lesbian love story
Where women wrestle bears and passersby
The kind of story so good
That they won't tell in my 'hood
To an old-fashioned dyke like - i'm gorgeous
I'm single i'm bustin' with laughs
So why can't I
Be just in two short paragraphs of a
You betcha, damn funny lesbian love story
The kind of yarn that turns a girl to mush
Choose from hundreds of blondes
But when shove comes push
I understand a bird in hand's
Worth two in the bush sweet Jesus!
Let's hear that old-fashioned
Lesbian love story where girls are girls
And boys stay out to sea
I'll write a new one and then
I'll make them tell it again
To an old-fashioned dyke like me!
At the bar there's a girl in the shadow
Sitting still like a nun unknown
Though an attic full of strangers
May hold many hidden dangers
There's a quality I like - she's alone
So I pause and I wink
And I shudder
Just to bring her attention in line
While her pastures may be greener
I can tell by her demeanor she's mine!
The girl falls off her chair, dead drunk
That's fine:
I need a good natured, old-fashioned
Lesbian love story
The kind of tale my mama used to tell
Where the girls were so sweet
And the music would swell
And in the end the queen would
Send the men off to hell
What is that mild mannered, old-fashioned
Lesbian love story
Where people knew exactly who they were?
I want the story of yore
That they don't sing anymore
To an old-fashioned dyke like her
See that girl on the bed, how she wants me
She's a bee I could free from the hive
I would never dare deceive her
She's a very clever beaver
With a quality I like - she's alive
So I pause and I twitch
In the silence
While I pray that she'll play out this hand
But, I feel my intuition
Saying "Notice her position" -
Start the band!
The girl is embraced by a man
She's clearly manned
I planned a well-rendered, one-gendered
Lesbian love story
With good old-fashioned sex in every line
Where girls with tattoos would
Whimper and whine
"While on all fours, you show me yours
And I'll show you mine"
I miss that soft hearted, old-fashioned
Lesbian love story
Where women wrestle bears and passersby
The kind of story so good
That they won't tell in my 'hood
To an old-fashioned dyke like - i'm gorgeous
I'm single i'm bustin' with laughs
So why can't I
Be just in two short paragraphs of a
You betcha, damn funny lesbian love story
The kind of yarn that turns a girl to mush
Choose from hundreds of blondes
But when shove comes push
I understand a bird in hand's
Worth two in the bush sweet Jesus!
Let's hear that old-fashioned
Lesbian love story where girls are girls
And boys stay out to sea
I'll write a new one and then
I'll make them tell it again
To an old-fashioned dyke like me!