Scarlett and Rhett (Down 5th)

I’m sipping coffee at the “Cajun Flower.”

Would you believe they’re playing our old song.

Before the cream I’ve poured starts turning sour,

An other man, my love, will come a long.

Let me assure you my heart’s not breaking.

You’re not the first, my boy, and not the last.

I’m sit ting here and ready for the taking.

Our time together, love, was stormy weather,

But flew by fast, but flew by fast.

I thought “He’s Lohengrin, with out the armor

He’ll be the answer to my prayers”

But you were not.

Sorry to say you’re not that devastating charmer, under the covers,

What you need you haven’t got.

I didn’t care about your “nephew” Juan,

The one who had those curly auburn tresses,

The one I found you snoring soundly on;

That caballero stole my favorite dresses.

I didn’t care a bout your peccadilloes;

A man’s a man and has to work things out.

I didn’t care a bout those sweaty pillows

But when you told me dear, that you were tired

I had to doubt, I had to doubt. . .

I have my pride but that won’t pay the grocer.

He’s coming, he’s coming closer,

An aging gent who’s giving me the eye.

It can’t be long be fore that bird’ll die,

So if I play my cards just right

I might collect his monthly pension,

I’ll use invention, love, to drain him dry.

Our eyes have met, the trap is set, the fish is in the net.

I think I’ll miss you, Rhett.

Keep your belt on tight.

He’s paid my bill. . .

Another boring night.

He’s hailed a cab. . .

Don’t think me a harlot.

I have to go but I remain

Your everlovin’ Scarlett.

Your everlovin’ Scarlett.