Prosecutor’s Song

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Michel Legrand - Pop

Prosecutor’s Song

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(The PROSECUTOR emerges from under ISABELLE's balcony.) [PROSECUTOR] I always bolt the door In case she flies the coop You see, I'm not a total nincompoop She is twenty-six And I am forty-two And so I lock her in Well, wouldn't you? Best to keep your chattels Under lock and key Best to guard your private property If I found some dog Was sniffing 'round my wife Then I'd send the bastard down for life Nonetheless, I must confess I slip away at half past ten Oh, by the way, did I convey That I'm the Prosecutor General? Isabelle is sweet And does her best to please But still, I have my secret fantasies Someone who can cook And moves a bit in bed That's what I imagine in my head Having wined and dined Perhaps I might consort with ladies of the night And find a floozy who can order me about Someone with stilettos and a whip Who'll make me grovel, make me strip And as I'm taunted and abused I can resemble the accused Who's in the dock A-tremble at his fate I'll cower like a common reprobate Every single time I'm beaten by a whore I go to court and even up the score!

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