Peggy Lee - Always True to You in My Fashion lyrics

Oh, Bill Why can't you behave Why can't you behave? How in hell can you be jealous When you know, baby, I'm your slave? I'm just mad for you And I'll always be But naturally..... 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 Backa 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 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 to you, darlin, in my fashion Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin' in my way There's an oil man 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 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 rich but such a bore When the bore falls on the floor, I let him lay But I'm always true to 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, Oo-la-la! Mais je suis toujours fidele, darlin', in my fashion Oui, je suis toujours fidele, darlin', in my way From Ohio, Mister Thorne Calls me up from night 'til morn Mister Thorne once corner'd corn and that ain't hay But I'm always true to 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 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 to you, darlin', in my fashion Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way