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Ain't Love cruel?
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Christmas Day, the snowflakes fluttering In the town,
the lit lamps are guttering Foolish people,
merry with drink Stumbling, bumbling, Throng throughout the streets.
The man I've chosen in my heart Is not so outrageous as that.
I'm certain even now he is in the chapel,
Fondly thinking of me, whom he loves...
And yet when I looked in the window of a bar,
There he was, kissing some slut!
My maiden's heart, innocent and lovely, Has been trampled by his heart of perversion! Ain't that truly cruel? Ain't that truly cruel?
Today is sacred Christmas, I mustn't think of young men...
Love is something I must endure in agony
Waiting, waiting, I continue to wait on.
The whole time, that image of you is in my mind -
Why was it you knelt before her?
I have loved you since childhood,
And even now I remain a virgin for you!
And yet, even though you were getting married, You looked so very happy!
My woman's heart, pure and devoted, Has been trampled by the lies of a man!
Ain't I truly pitiful? Ain't I truly pitiful?
And so, Christmas this year, Dressed in a way that belies my age
Here I am, dancing like this -
Boom-chicka-boom-chicka The booze is delicious!
My dreams and my reason withered away,
Hanging on the arms of any number of men
My desire for revenge and my jealousy Dragging me down,
I am boiling with them!
Who was it that made me this way?
Shall I tell you of my woes and troubles?
Even with this, a pure, unsullied girl like me
Who never had a secret lover, has a lot of catching up to do!
Hey! Keep it coming, keep it coming Bring on the booze! Hey! Keep it coming, keep it coming Bring on the booze!
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