Brian crawley - All To Pieces lyrics

VIOLET: I want a pair of Jean Tierney eyes Try Monte's mouth on for size A little fuller, though A mouth so soft there's no end of romance MONTY: What's a mouth got to do with romance? FLICK: You gotta ask, you'll never know MONTY: I've been with more than you, my friend FLICK: But none of yours want seconds, though Mine all come back for more VIOLET: Boys, boys, boys When I'm in line for my miracle And the preacher is all set to go I know just what I'll ask for But I'm not telling you at least 'til you stop squabblin' and pretend you're actually listenin' MONTY: Pretty please, Violet, with sugar on top? VIOLET: If I had Gypsy hair And a face to match it No traces anywhere Of a wayward hatchet I could be Citrise Shootin' on location In some far off and tiny nation Oh, with lips like those I'd look almost shameless Oh, and add the nose Now I'm pure and blameless If Citrise is in it That's how it goes I'd love her all I'd love her all I'd love her all to pieces I'd love her all I'd love her all I'd love her all to pieces If I looked in the know With a hint of mystery Like a Bargitte Bardeaux With a darker histry If I threw you a glance And I let it linger I could wrap you around my finger Oh, what a Bardeaux Why should she be stingy? Oh, throw in her toes Mine are just too dingy I'd give the preacher my mountain for those I'd love her all I'd love her all I'd love her all to pieces I'd love her all I'd love her all I'd love her all to pieces I could be a leading lady Present tense and background shady Take an hour or two to go from Down at heel to tippytoe from No big deal To the star of a picture show MONTY: You should ask that preacher for some Ursula Andress legs VIOLET: No, I think my legs are fine MONTY: No, but rising outta the ocean in that whith Dr. No bikini VIOLET: What's a matter wit my legs MONTY: Well, nothing. They're long VIOLET: Well why did you bring them up at all? FLICK: What you need is some Ursula Andress... there VIOLET: I can't believe you just said that! FLICK: Not that it matters to me, but you said a leading lady is what you wanna be How else you gonna go Light up a picture show VIOLET: Gimme just a minute though To pillage my portfolio Borrow Elke summer's hair With Judy Garland's pretty chin With Grace Kelly's little nose With Rita Hayworth's skin But Ava Gardner for the eyebrows Bergman cheekbones under Gypsy eyes I could shine like a moonbeam On the silk of a ballgown I could be someone lovely Turning heads on her first night In town In town All I need is someone to wonder, how is he? To ask how to meet me To love me all to pieces