I Don’t Like This Dame

Lyrics
[MARIE, spoken] Oh, Cleo! I gotta talk to you. I know I can talk to you. (sung) You're her friend and he's my brother You understand, we can talk to one another You understand [CLEO] I understand [MARIE] You understand [CLEO] I understand [MARIE] When the girl's too young for a man You understand [CLEO] I understand [MARIE] You understand [CLEO] I understand [MARIE] She got her ways, he got his The only trouble is When they get married Little by little From the difference in their ages Comes the trouble All the trouble A million kinds of trouble, trouble Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble [CLEO] I don't like this dame No, I don't like her one bit But since I'm company Right now, into her eye I can't exactly— [MARIE] You understand [CLEO] I understand [MARIE] You understand [CLEO] I understand [MARIE] She gets restless, he gets sick And it's a dirty trick On both of them When little by little From the difference in their ages Comes the trouble All the trouble A million kinds of trouble, trouble Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble [CLEO] I don't like this dame I'm getting pains in my head But since I'm company Right now I guess I can't suggest her dropping— [MARIE] You understand [CLEO] I understand [MARIE] You understand [CLEO] I understand
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Credits
- Writers
- Frank Loesser