DOROTHY PARKER

By the time you swear you’re his
Shivering and sighing
And he promises passion that’s endless, undying
Girl, make a note: One of you must be lying
Don’t need a frontal lobotomy
Just a drink in front of me
Just one more drink and a toast
I’ll be under the host
Never at a loss for words
I’m Dorothy Parker

Razors pain, rivers are damp
Acids stain and drugs can cramp
Guns are not lawful and nooses will give
Gas smells so awful, you might as well live
You can’t take it with you
And even if you did there it would melt
Uh-huh, yes, that line is heartfelt
Brevity’s the soul of wit
I’m Dorothy Parker

Seldom men make passes
At the girls in glasses
Four be the things I’d been better without:
Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt
What I like in a man:
Make him handsome, make him ruthless
And as stupid as you can
Some day, you’ll understand.
Never at a loss for words
I’m Dorothy Parker
Always with a word for loss
I’m Dorothy Parker
Never at a loss for words
I’m Dorothy Parker
You can call me “Dottie!”

Words, music, recording, and production by Richard Faylor
© Deep Happy Music
richardfaylor@yahoo.com
208-713-4002