Frederick Loewe все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
A Hymn to HimHIGGINS
What in all of heaven could've promted her to go,
After such a triumph as the ball?
What could've depressed her;
What could've possessed her?
I cannot understand the wretch at all.
Women are irrational, that's all there is to that!
Ascot GavotteLadies and Gentlemen
Every duke and earl and peer is here
Everyone who should be here is here.
What a smashing, positively dashing
Spectacle: the Ascot op'ning day.
At the gate are all the horses
Waiting for the cue to fly away.
What a gripping, absolutely ripping