Always True to You in My Fashion - Cole Porter

If a custom-tailored vet

Asks me out for something wet

When the vet begins to pet

I cry «Hooray!»

But I’m always true to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin', in my way

I enjoy a tender pass

By the boss of Boston, Mass.,

Though his pass is middle-class

And not Back Bay

But I’m always true to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin', in my way

There’s a madman known as Mack

Who is planning to attack

If his mad attack means a Cadillac

Okay!

But I’m always true to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin', in my way

I’ve been asked to have a meal

By a big tycoon in steel

If the meal includes a deal

Accept I may

But I’m always true to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin', in my way

I could never curl my lip

To a dazzlin' diamond clip

Though the clip meant «let 'er rip,»

I’d not say «Nay!»

But I’m always true to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin', in my way

There’s an oilman known as Tex

Who is keen to give me checks

And his checks, I fear, mean that sex

Is here to stay!

But I’m always true to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin', in my way

There’s a wealthy Hindu priest

Who’s a wolf, to say the least

When the priest goes too far east

I also stray

But I’m always true to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin', in my way

There’s a lush from Portland, Ore.,

Who is always such a bore

When the bore falls on the floor

I let him lay

But I’m always true to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin', in my way

From Milwaukee, Mister Fritz

Often moves me to the Ritz

Mister Fritz is full of Schlitz

And full of play

But I’m always true to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin', in my way

Mister Harris, plutocrat

Wants to give my cheek a pat

If the Harris pat

Means a Paris hat

Bébé

(Ooh la la!)

Mais je suis toujour fidèle, darlin', in my fashion

Oui, je suis toujour fidèle, darlin', in my way

From Ohio, Mister Thorne

Calls me up from night 'til morn

Mister Thorne once cornered corn

And that ain’t hay

But I’m always true to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin', in my way

Mister Gable, I mean Clark

Wants me on his boat to park

If the Gable boat means a sable coat

Anchors aweigh!

But I’m always true to you, darlin', in my fashion

Yes, I’m always true to you, darlin', in my way