Testo di Consolation Prize

A thousand violins will play it for you While you sit and roll your deep blue eyes A thousand to win, a thousand you lose But I'll be your consolation prize All you do is sigh I wore my frings like Roger McGuinn's I was hoping to impress So frightfully camp, it made you laugh Tomorrow I'll buy myself a dress How ludicrous I don't mean to pry but didn't that guy Crumple up your face a thousand times? He made you cry I'll be your consolation prize Although I know I'll never be man enough for you