From "Down the Wrong Pipe"
Schoolgirls will tell the tale
Of the cellist and the chambermaid
She hid behind the davenport
And watched him while he played
That he felt her fevered glance
He pressed her on the trundle bed
And rolled the casters hence
He slipped her a lavaliere
In a scented pillar box
She strung it to her corset
Too soon her lady woke
To a chambermaid half-dressed
Her hand upon her breast
Ablush behind the portiere
Her hand upon her breast
Margot, Margot Dupris
Take thee this trifle
For a trifle is but all you gave to me
Margot, Margot Dupris
Beseech me not
I never will
Love thee
Was the mistress of the house
And so laid bare the bauble
As she rent the maidens blouse
Barefoot and sober-eyed
She was cast unto the snow
And through the oriel
She saw him rosining his bow
Margot, Margot Dupris
Take thee this trifle
For a trifle is but all you gave to me
Margot, Margot Dupris
By troth and by my quill
Beseech me not
I never will
Love thee
Margot, Margot Dupris
Take thee this trifle
For a trifle is but all you gave to me
Margot, Margot Dupris
By troth and by my quill
Beseech me not
I never will
Never will
Love thee
Schoolgirls will tell the tale
Of the cellist and the chambermaid
She hid behind the davenport
And watched him while he played
How saturnine the strains
That he felt her fevered glance
Then pressed her on the trundle bed
And rolled the casters hence
He pressed her on the trundle bed
And rolled the casters hence
(Lauren London - additional vocals)
Copyright 2004 Zach London