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Somebody told me you'd found new bonhomie Going places you'd never go with me I felt myself become a bitter old shrew I'd have bitten you in two if you would let me I'd look deadly as a nun Martyrdom does not become me I'll find love in vanity Somebody told me you'd found places to go New people to know, new ladies and so I felt myself become a bitter old shrew I'd have bitten her in two if you would let me If I don't laugh what do I do If I don't laugh and see this through I shouldn't even think of you Allow me one extravagance Before they come and ban me And let me shoot the messenger So help me God they talk so much This knowledge ain't my business But I hang on their every word God speed his journey back to Hell I might retreat singing But all I hear is you Letras de cancionesJust give me one more shot of gin I'll scream along to anything Just let me shoot the messenger So help me God we talk so much This tart, this whore, my weakness I'm gonna shoot the messenger From Letras Mania