Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis - Adulations Artful Aid lyrics

Some of us may be tall, ma'am; Some of us may be dark; Some handsome; tho' not all, ma'am, Are touched by Beatury's spark. But tall, and dark AND handsome, too? Oh, lady! If you please! .. .. .. .. It's really very nice of you; But do you think they're really due Superlatives like these? We'd hate to doubt your word, ma'am, Since you're informed in art, Tho' much we'd have preferred, ma'am, To play a humbler part. But in meek deference to you, Well, lady, we'll admit We're tall and dark, and handsome, too, It seems a rather boastful view, But one gets used to it. And now we're getting used, ma'am, To thoughts that flattery brings, You might well be induced ma'am, To say some more nice things. Are there not moral qualities, Innate in each rare male, That one of your discernment sees Truth, strength, wit, wisdom - things like these? Speak, ma'am. Let truth prevail. We're so unused to praise, ma'am, So used to blame most dire, That flattery these days, ma'am, Creates a new desire. A complex quite inferior (See Freud) its sickly hue Cast o'er us. But if you'd say more Along such lines - why, then, Encore!.. Thanks, ma'am. The same to you.