Eartha Kitt - Miss Kitt To You (2006) by Eartha Kitt (보컬) on maniadb.com

Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme
Un Pierre, ou Paul, un Jacques, ou Tom
Mais n'importe comment il se nomme
S'il est un homme, homme, homme

Je n'exige pas un ???
Qui s' ??? dans les salons
Ni un type fort comme un Samson
Pourvu que j'ai un «mate » un ???

Il n'a pas besoin d'etre un milliardaire
Qu'il soit beau, non ca m'est egale
Il n'a pas besoin d'etre un grand lumiere
star du cinema, ni prince royal

Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme
Qu'il s'appelle Pierre, ou Paul, ou Tom
Pourvu qu'il donne son maximum
Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme

Doesn't have to be prince or movie-star
A Texas oilman, or a French marquis
Doesn't have to be handsome as a picture
An ordinary guy is allright with me

Je cherche un hommme, un homme, un homme
Qu'il s'appelle Pierre, ou Paul, ou Tom
Pourvu qu'il donne son maximum
Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme

Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme

I'm just an old fashioned girl with an old fashioned mind
Not sophisticated, I'm the sweet and simple kind.
I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence
And an old fashioned millionaire.

I want an old fashioned car, a cerise Cadillac,
Long enough to put a bowling alley in the back.
I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence
And an old fashioned millionaire.

I'll stay weaving at my loom,
Be no trouble to my groom,
If he'll keep the piles of money mounting.
In our cottage there will be
A soundproof nursery
Not to wake the baby while I'm counting.

I like the old fashioned flowers, violets are for me -
Have them made in diamonds by the man at Tiffany.
I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence
And an old fashioned millionaire.

I'm just a pilgrim at heart, oh so pure and genteel.
Watch me in Las Vegas while I'm at the spinning wheel!
I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence
And an old fashioned millionaire.

I'll ask for such simple things when my birthday occurs:
Two apartment buildings that are labeled 'Hers' and 'Hers'.
I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence
And an old fashioned millionaire.

I like Chopin and Bizet
And the songs of yesterday,
String quartets and Polynesian carols.
But the music that excels
Is the sound of oil wells
As they slurp, slurp, slurp into the barrels.

Our little home will be quaint as an old parasol,
And instead of carpets I'll have money wall to wall.
I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence
And an old fashioned millionaire

It's a lazy afternoon
And the beetle bugs are zooming
And the tulip trees are blooming
And there's not another human in view but us two

It's a lazy afternoon
And the farmer leaves his reaping
In the meadow cows are sleeping
And the speckled trouts stop leaping upstream

As we dream
A far pink cloud hangs over the hill
Unfolding like a rose
If you hold my hand and sit real still
You can hear the grass as it grows

It's a hazy afternoon
And I know a place that's quiet
'Cept for daisies running riot
And there's no one passing by it to see
Come spend this lazy afternoon with me

Smoke gets in your eyes
They asked me how I knew my true love was true?
Oh, I of course replied.
""Something here inside, cannot be denied""
They said someday you'll find,
all who love are blind.
When your heart's on fire.
You must realize smoke gets in your eyes.
So I chaffed them and I gayly laughed.
To think they could doubt my love.
Yet today, my love has flown away.
I'm without my love.
Now laughing friends deride, tears I cannot hide.
So I smile and say.
""When a lovely flame dies,
smoke gets in your eyes.""

I used to fall
In love with all
Those boys who call
On young cuties
But now I find
I'm all inclined
To keep my mind
On my duties
Since I've begun to share
In such a sweet love affair

Though I'm in love, I'm not above
A date with a duke or a caddie
It's just a pose, 'cause my baby knows
That my heart belongs to daddy

When some good scout, invites me out
To dine on some fine fin and haddie
My baby's sure, his love is secure
Cause my heart belongs to daddy

Yes my heart belongs to daddy
So I simply couldn't be bad
Yes I'm gonna marry daddy
Da-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ad
If you feel romantic laddy
Let me warn you right from the start
That my heart belongs to daddy
And my daddy belongs to my heart

C'est si bon,
De partir n'im porte ou,
Bras desus bras dessous,
En chantant des chansons,
Ce'st si bon,
De se dir' desmots doux,
Des petite rien du tout,
Mais qui en dissent long.
C'est si bon,
Lovers say that in France,
When they thrill to romance,
It means that itt's so good.
C'est si bon,
So I say it to you,
Like the French people do,
Because it's oh, so good.
Every word, every sigh,
Every kiss, dear,
Leads to only one thought,
And it's this, dear,
Nothing else can replace,
Just your slightest embrace,
And if you only would be my own,
For the rest of my days,
I will whisper this phrase,
My darling, c'est si bon!

Hey, Jacques--
Have you seen Louis?
Is he still in Paris?
I wait, day after day,
in that cafe
by the river

Please, Jacques,
if you see Louis,
tell him to come to me.
I've tried, I can't forget--
I love him yet.
Please, Jacques,
tell Louis, for me.

[spoken]
Hola, Jacques-- have you seen Louis? He's not come
to see me in (French words)
I've waited, and waited, in that cafe, down by the
river. No, Jacques--- [more French!].

Please, Jacques,
if you see Louis,
tell him to come to me.
I've tried, I can't forget--
I love him yet.
Please, Jacques,
tell Louis, for me.