Always True to You in My Fashion - Dinah Shore

Oh, Bill

Why can’t you behave

Why can’t you behave?

How in hell can you be jealous

When you know, baby, I’m your slave?

I’m just mad for you

And I’ll always be

But naturally…

If a custom-tailored vet

Asks me out for something wet

When the vet begins to pet, I cry «hooray!»

But I’m always true to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin', in my way

I enjoy a tender pass

By the boss of Boston, Mass

Though his pass is middle-class and not Backa Bay

But I’m always true to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin' in my way

There’s a madman known as Mack

Who is planning to attack

If his mad attack means a Cadillac, okay!

But I’m always true to to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin' in my way

I’ve been asked to have a meal

By a big tycoon in steel

If the meal includes a deal, accept I may

But I’m always true to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, Darlin' in my way

I could never curl my lip

To a dazzlin' diamond clip

Though the clip meant «Let 'er rip», I’d not say «Nay!»

But I’m always true to to you, darlin, in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin' in my way

There’s an oil man known as «Tex»

Who is keen to give me checks

And his checks, I fear, mean that sex is here to stay!

But I’m always true to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin' in my way

There’s a wealthy Hindu priest

Who’s a wolf, to say the least

When the priest goes too far East, I also stray

But I’m always true to to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin’in my way

There’s a lush from Portland, Ore

Who is rich but such a bore

When the bore falls on the floor, I let him lay

But I’m always true to to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin', in my way

Mister Harris, plutocrat

Wants to give my cheek a pat

If the Harris pat means a Paris hat, B?

b?, Oo-la-la!

Mais je suis toujours fidele, darlin', in my fashion

Oui, je suis toujours fidele, darlin', in my way

From Ohio, Mister Thorne

Calls me up from night 'til morn

Mister Thorne once corner’d corn and that ain’t hay

But I’m always true to to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin', in my way

From Milwaukee, Mister Fritz

Often moves me to the Ritz

Mister Fritz is full of Schlitz and full of play

But I’m always true to to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin', in my way

Mister Gable, I mean Clark

Wants me on his boat to park

If the Gable boat means a sable coat, anchors aweigh!

But I’m always true to to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin', in my way