I think people are perfectly marvellous, I really do, Cliff.
Don't you? I don't think people should have to explain
anything. For example, if I should paint my fingernails green
and it just so happens I do paint them green, well, if anyone
should ask me why, I say: " I think it's pretty!" ("I think
it's pretty," I reply.) So, if anyone should ask about you
and me, you have two alternatives: you can either say,
"Oh, yes, it's true. We're living in delicious sin." Or
you can simple tell the truth, and say:
I met this perfectly marvellous girl
In this perfectly wonderful place
As I lifted a glass
To the start of a marvellous year.
Before I knew she called on the phone,
Inviting.
Next moment I was no longer alone,
But sat reciting
Some perfectly beautiful verse,
In my charming American style.
How I dazzled her senses
Was truly no less than a crime.
Now I've this perfectly marvelous girl
In my perfectly beautiful room
And we're living together
And having a marvellous time.
Sally, I'm afraid this wouldn't work out. You're much
too distracting.
Distracting? No, inspiring!
She tell me perfectly marvellous tales
Of her thrillingly scandalous life
Which I'll probably use
As a chapter or two in my book.
And since my stay in Berlin was to force
Creation,
What luck to fall on a fabulous source
Of stimulation.
And perfectly marvellous, too,
Is her perfect agreement to be
Just as still as a mouse
When I'm giving my novel a whirl.
Yes, I've a highly agreeable life
In my perfectly beautiful room
With my nearly invisible,
Perfectly marvellous, girl.
Sally- I just can't afford... Do you have any money?
A few marks... Six!
Oh, God!
Oh, please, Cliff- just for a day or two? Please!
I... met... this...
Truly remarkable girl
In this really incredible town,
And she skillfully managed
To talk her way in to my room.
Oh, Cliff!
I have a terrible feeling I've said
A dumb thing.
Beside, I've only got one narrow bed.