Strange Thing Mistifying - Solo Sounds, Andrew Lloyd Webber, Trevor Exter

It seems to me a strange thing, mystifying

That a man like you can waste him time

On women of her kind

Yes I can understand that she amuses

But to let her stroke you,

Stroke your hair,

That`s hardly in your line

It’s not that I object to her profession

But she doesn’t fit in well

With what you teach and say

It doesn’t help us if you’re nconsistent

They only need a small excuse

To put us all away

Who are you to criticise her?

Who are you to despise her?

Leave her, leave her, let her be now

Leave her, leave her, she’s with me now

If your state is clean — then you can throw stones

If your state is not — then leave her alone

I’m amazed, that man like you can be so

Shallow, thick and slow

There is not a man among you who

Knows or cares if I come or go

No, you’re wrong!

You’re very wrong!

How can you say that?

Not one — not one of you!