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letra de curtsey for me - mr.b the gentleman rhymer

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[verse 1]
ladies, ladies, the eternal mystery
through my history they’ve acted rather sisterly
or they would tend to want to mother mister b
they were never after me and i never dastardly

so i never got respect from the hoes
too few ‘yesses’ and too many ‘no’s’
i suppose if one’s a gentleman as part of one job
one can’t make a lady have a go on one’s

robert mitchum was a lad and a bit of a cad
but my attempts at that sort of thing were rather bad
i’m glad though, i am, to be be a gentleman
holding doors open and helping your gran

across the road but never toadying
it fills me with foreboding
like posing in draylon and pensioner bling
so i’m not a chap to take liberties
but when once they would have scorned little b

[chorus]
now they curtsey for me, curtsey for me
when once upon a time they would have rather ignored me
back in they day they were all nitpickers
now they’re up and down like a stripper’s knickers
pop that front leg out, and drop into a little bow
that’s how the ladies greet me now!

from saltburn to guildford
they bend their knees in the most lady-like way
in southend-on-sea, they terrorise me
but their obediencey is a lovely display
for now they..

[chorus]
curtsey for me, curtsey for me
when once upon a time they might have rather ignored me
i like bit of hogging, when i’m in town dear
bow your pretty noggin and while you’re down there
pop the front leg out, and drop into a little bow
that’s how the ladies greet me now!

[bridge]
in henley, they bend knees!
in forest gate, they prostrate!
in guildford, they make me feel good!
in puckpool, they… no

(trumpet solo)

[verse 3]

in ken-sing-ton, bend-ing down
that’s a sight to see, truly i say!
on hampstead heath, skirts can be brief
but then what’s underneath can make a chap run away

[chorus]
when they curtsey for me
curtsey for me
when once upon a time they would have rather ignored me
back in they day they were all nitpickers
now they’re up and down like a stripper’s knickers
pop the front leg out, and drop into a little bow
that is how the ladies greet me now!

- mr b the gentleman rhymer

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