He Always Comes Home to Me

Lyrics
[CYNTHIA] He flatters, he flitters Flirtation's his meat He struts and he glitters Like a peacock in heat But somehow, whatever the reason may be He always comes home to me He postures, he poses He dallies, he baits He gathers his roses But never pollinates For be it because of defeat or ennui He always comes homе to me It inflates his morale To appеar an homme fatale Which he does with discreet finesse But I think he would run Like a deer if someone By mistake ever said yes So he'll woo her, disarm her His wit captivates A consummate charmer Who never consummates For when he's exhausted his bright repartee He always comes home to me [HARRY] Not a doubt? [CYNTHIA] Not a qualm [HARRY] In the bag [CYNTHIA] In my palm He enjoys smoke without the fire [HARRY] Always you [CYNTHIA] I can tell Women know Very well Duty and guilt from desire So I smile at him brightly And never complain And hold on so lightly He never feels the rein And ergo because he believes he is free He always comes home to me From Cairo and Tel Aviv, Bonn and Bombay From Saigon and Moscow and even L.A. From Peking and Paris, Camp David and Rome He always comes home to me He always comes home to me From Florence, Milano and old Napoli He always comes home to me
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Credits
- Writers
- Charles Strouse
- Alan Jay Lerner