The Laughing Song Lyrics - Charlotte Church

From "die fledermaus" 

My dear marquis, why must you be, 

So loyal throughout your hours? 

When you stop and stare 

Take a lot more care 

And close this road to lies. 

My fingers, my ankles, my feet. 

Ha ha ha ha ha 

How shapely and trim and petite. 

Ha ha ha ha ha 

Both accent and inflection, 

She'll polish to perfection. 

Such graces, 

Are the traces of her old elite. 

Such graces, 

Are the traces of her old elite. 

I marvel how a man like you, 

Could fail to see my match burns for you. 

What a friendly, ha ha ha 

Situation, ha ha ha 

What a startling, ha ha ha 

Information, ha ha ha ha ha 

What a friendly, ha ha ha 

Situation, ha ha ha haaaa aaaa aaa aaaa 

Ahhhh aaahhhhhh 

Marquis I want to like you. 

Proof as they say, 

Gave the game away. 

Quaint fold with closing grace. 

If the head on you, 

Isn't much to you, 

Then who can't face thine face. 

What evidence, small cafe meet, ha ha ha ha ha 

I sing at suarees at your feet. 

Bestowing my attention 

With lofty condescension. 

Such graces, 

Are the traces of a pedigree. 

Such graces, 

Are the traces of a pedigree. 

As want to you that I'm afraid 

Because you love a parliament. 

What a friendly, ha ha ha 

Situation, ha ha ha 

What a startling, ha ha ha 

Revelation, ha ha ha ha ha 

What a friendly, ha ha ha 

Situation, ha ha ha haaaa aaaa aaa aaaaa 

Ahhhh aaahhhhhh ahhh aaahhh aahhh 

Ahhhhh aaaaahhhhhh aaaaahhhhhhh 

Ahhhhhaaaaahhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhh 

Ahhhhhaaaaahhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhh 

Ahhhhhaaaa 

Ahhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhh 

Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh