Charles Aznavour Follow

It's funny, when I look at youThough not a single word is said.I know, I had a drink or two.But that's not what's gone to my head.I laugh, and I'll recall our youth.Perhaps you'll say that I'm uncouth.But it's high time you knew the truthAbout the way you make me feel.And what the future holds in store.For, I can't stand it anymore.Why should I even try and hideWhatever I may feel inside?You lie, you curse and you provoke.And then you treat it as a joke.You know, at times you go to far?Even in front of all my friends.How can we hope to make amends?You know that, you've let yourself go?You look a sight. Sure, you look great.Your stocking seams not even straight.In that old faded dressing gown,Your hair in curlers, hanging down.What could I have been thinking of?Was it with you I fell in love?Are you the girl that could inspireA heart with passion and desire?I gaze at you in sheer despair,And see you Mother standing there.In front of strangers you're the same.You don't mind putting me to shame.You contradict each word I say.Why, you would turn night into day.You like to hurt me when you can.I'm just a rag, and not your man.I hit the jackpot, yes, I know.You've let yourself go.At times you're cruel beyond control.Have you no heart? Have you no soul?And as I take a look at life,I realize that you are my wife.A little effort, not much more,And things could be just as before.You know, you'd lose a little weightIf you would watch all that you ate?A little style, a little grace.And try to show a smiling face.I couldn't hate you, if I tried.I really want you by my side.So, try, try and be the girl I knew.Let's really start our love anew.I'd like to hold you in my arms,And then surrender to your charms.Let there be fire, not just a glow.Come close to me. Let yourself go.