[crashing sound]
[woman's voice: spoken: angry]
Tu as juré qu'il n'y a de beauté que la BRUNE! (ooooooooh!)
Et qu'elles sont toutes laides qui n'ont pas ce teint! (Voilà le problème maintenant!)
Vous l'avez même écrit!
Ici!
Voir?! (ha ha ha ha!)
(instrumental)
[verse 1]
[French accent]
Thiiiiiiiiine,
Eyes I love, (ah ha!)
And they,
As pitying me, (oh hoh!)
Knowing! (What?!)
Thy heart! (No, no!)
Torments,
Me with disdain,
Have,
Put on black, (Ssssssssss!)
And loving mourners be,
Looking! (Where?)
With pretty ruth,
Upon my pain! (woo HOOOOOO!)
[chorus]
Then will I swear beauty herself is black!
And all they foul that thy complexion lack!
[musical saw solo] (ha ha ha hah ha!)
[chorus variation]
Then will I swear beauty herself is BLACK!
And all they foul that thy complexion LACK!
(eh alorh!)
[verse 2]
Aaaaaand,
Truly, (uh huh?)
Not the morning sun,
Of heaven, (Mmmmmm!)
Better,
Becomes,
The grey cheeks, (eh what?)
Of the east.
Nor,
That full,
Star that ushers in,
The even, (Shhhhhhh!)
Doth half,
That glory, (Oh?)
To the,
Sober west. (saloo!)
As those,
Two mourning eyes,
Become thy face. (zhe zhoo!)
[chorus]
Then will I swear beauty herself is black. (black! black!)
And all they foul that thy complexion lack. (lack!)
[ha ha ha ha HAH!)
[bridge]
[musical saw interlude]
[chorus]
Then will I swear beauty herself is black.
And all they foul that thy complexion lack. (ahhhhh!)
[verse 3]
OHHHHHH! (oh, now what?)
Let it then, (oh, DO go on!)
As well,
Beseem thy heart, (ahhhhhhhh!)
TOOOOO! (woooooh?)
Mourn for me, (really, now!)
Since mourning,
Doth thee grace, (who's grace then?)
AAAAAND suit! (suit yourself!)
Thy pity like,
In.
Every!
PART! (so depart!)
Every! Part! (so depart!)
[chorus]
Then will I swear beauty herself is black, (black! black! black!)
And all they foul that thy complexion lack. (le blanc)
Ahhhhh la la la (so black!)
Oooooh la la la (one more time!)
Then will I swear beauty herself is black, (le noir!)
And all they foul that thy complexion lack.