Always True To You In My Fashion Lyrics - Blossom Dearie

Oh, Bill 

Why can't you behave 

Why can't you behave? 

How in hell can you be jealous 

When you know, baby, I'm your slave? 

I'm just mad for you 

And I'll always be 

But naturally 

If a custom-tailored vet 

Asks me out for something wet 

When the vet begins to pet, I cry "hooray!" 

But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion 

Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way 

I enjoy a tender pass 

By the boss of Boston, Mass 

Though his pass is middle-class and not Backa Bay 

But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion 

Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin' in my way 

There's a madman known as Mack 

Who is planning to attack 

If his mad attack means a Cadillac, okay! 

But I'm always true to to you, darlin', in my fashion 

Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin' in my way 

I've been asked to have a meal 

By a big tycoon in steel 

If the meal includes a deal, accept I may 

But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion 

Yes, I'm always true to you, Darlin' in my way 

I could never curl my lip 

To a dazzlin' diamond clip 

Though the clip meant "Let 'er rip", I'd not say "Nay!" 

But I'm always true to to you, darlin, in my fashion 

Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin' in my way 

There's an oil man known as "Tex" 

Who is keen to give me checks 

And his checks, I fear, mean that sex is here to stay! 

But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion 

Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin' in my way 

There's a wealthy Hindu priest 

Who's a wolf, to say the least 

When the priest goes too far East, I also stray 

But I'm always true to to you, darlin', in my fashion 

Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin'in my way 

There's a lush from Portland, Ore 

Who is rich but such a bore 

When the bore falls on the floor, I let him lay 

But I'm always true to to you, darlin', in my fashion 

Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin',in my way 

Mister Harris, plutocrat 

Wants to give my cheek a pat 

If the Harris pat means a Paris hat, ok. Oo-la-la! 

Mais je suis toujours fidele, darlin', in my fashion 

Oui, je suis toujours fidele, darlin', in my way 

From Ohio, Mister Thorne 

Calls me up from night 'til morn 

Mister Thorne once corner'd corn and that ain't hay 

But I'm always true to to you, darlin', in my fashion 

Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way 

From Milwaukee, Mister Fritz 

Often moves me to the Ritz 

Mister Fritz is full of Schlitz and full of play 

But I'm always true to to you, darlin', in my fashion 

Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way 

Mister Gable, I mean Clark 

Wants me on his boat to park 

If the Gable boat means a sable coat, anchors aweigh! 

But I'm always true to to you, darlin', in my fashion 

Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way