Robert L. Freedman - Poor Monty lyrics

Monty, it's so strange Everything will change Think how our lives will be I don't know what you'll do without me Poor Monty You're awfully handsome and smart Poor Monty You'll rise above You'll put the loss of Sibella behind And you will find someone better to love Poor Monty Have I just broken your heart? Poor Monty Am I to blame? It may look bleak, but in a week I'll wager you'll have forgotten my name I think I can picture her now Young and willing Oh, it's thrilling! In a way you'll have me to thank She'll be perfect, a shopper, a teacher The sister of a preacher, or a widow with cash in the bank! Poor Monty Cosy in a cottage for two Oh Monty Soon there'll be three Nothing will stop, you'll ascend to the top You'll own your own shop Monty I guarantee And I'll rue the day I turned you away And I will say to myself: Poor me I can picture us now; Very grand, in demand Always somewhere exciting to go Full of mayfair, we're limited As lovers, and haters For being the people people want to know My husband Will grow distinguished and grey My husband Will always be: Straight as a line Steady and fine Totally mine Unfortunately Dry as a bone An insufferable drone Dull as a stone Poor me