Cole Porter - Always True to You in My Fashion lyrics

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 pa** By the boss of Boston, Ma**., Though his pa** is middle-cla** 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 s** 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