She Still Loves Father Frank

Former altar boy Jack McCarthy has an audience of one: Father Frank



SHE STILL LOVES YOU

I buy her roses
But when the florist closes
She still loves you,
I buy her dinner
But still you're the winner
She still loves you

I buy her sweet perfume
You say you need a room
She still loves you,

She turns her nose up
At my scent
Then she goes and
Pays your rent
She still loves you

SHE STILL LOVES YOU

No matter what I do

I'm enflamed with passion

I'm burnin' with desire too
She thinks you're hot
She still loves you

I give her jewelry
You give her tom-foolery

She still loves you,

I pay her compliments
Sweet and sincere
You don't even
Pay for beer
She still loves you

SHE STILL LOVES YOU

No matter what I do

I'm green with envy
I'm purple with rage
And I'm blue
She finds you colorful
She still loves you

Now I'm a courtly sort
You're frequently in court
She still loves you,
I'm standing here
Befuddled
With my cloak across
The puddle

She still loves you

I quote her Shakespeare
That she don't want to hear

She still loves you,
Reciting sonnet
After sonnet
But she doesn't
Seem to want it
She still loves you
SHE STILL LOVES YOU
No matter what I do

I'm enflamed with passion

I'm burnin' with desire too

She thinks you're hot
She still loves you,
She thinks you're cool

She still loves you

JACK McCARTHY


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Blogger's Note
The day Jack McCarthy sang for Father Frank was one of the happiest days of my life...
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