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Marguerite - Original London Cast
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I Hate the Very Thought of Women
I hate the very thought of women They steal your manhood with a smile I've known them, every sort of woman I've seen their greed, I know their guile Somewhere tonight in some bedroom she lies Shining with sweat, with a boy between her thighs She fills his mouth with kisses I hate her for the shame inside me The secret shame that haunts the night The dog without a name inside me The dog that begs and soon may bite Who am I to this woman? No better nor worse Than a passing acquaintance who puts cash in her purse She was all that I wanted, she meant Paris to me I have always loved Paris, now I hate what I see I've served the state, I've done my duty I won't go hungry at this feast I hunger for her mouth, her beauty Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Let beauty come and feed the beast How I hate all these Frenchmen, whores, wastrels and Jews How they flaunt all their splendour, how they wine, how they lose. Give the spoils to the victor, there's a price of surrender It is not for the French to resist or refuse It's come at last, it is the hour Two nations wedded in their pride Great Germany supreme in power And France in beauty, side by side Somewhere tonight she betrays me again Flat on her back with some boy who's half her age What can I do but hate her? With half the world in our possession She still commands me with a glance Until I'm free of this obsession, I still have not defeated France.
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