At the villa of the Baron de Signac,
where I spent a somewhat infamous year.
At the villa of the Baron de Signac,
I had ladies in attendance, fire opal pendants.
Liaisons,
what's happened to them?
Liaisons today,
disgraceful.
What's become of them?
Some of them hardly pay their shoddy way.
What once was a rare champagne is now just an amiable hawk.
What once was a villa at least is
digs.
What once was a gown with train is now just a simple little frock.
What once was a sumptuous
feast
is figs.
No,
not even figs.
Raisins.
Ah, liaisons.
Where was I?
Yes.
At the palace of the Duke of Ferrara,
who was prematurely deaf but a dear.
At the palace of the Duke of Ferrara,
I acquired some position plus a tiny tition.
Liaisons,
what's happened to them?
Liaisons today.
To see them,
indiscriminate women,
it pains me more than I can say.
The lack of taste
that they display.
Where is style?
Where is skill?
Where is forethought?
Where's discretion of the heart?
Where's passion in the heart?
Where's craft?
With a smile
and a will
and with more thought,
one acquires a chateau extravagantly over style.
Too many people model sex with mere desire.
And when emotion intervenes, the nets descend.
It should on no account perplex or worse inspire.
It's but a pleasurable means to a measurable end.
Why does no one comprehend?
Let us hope this lunacy is just
a trend.
Where was I?
In the castle of the King of the Belgians.
We would visit through a false chiffoniere.
In the castle of the King of the Belgians,
who when things got rather touchy, deeded
me a duchy.
Liaisons,
what's happened to them?
Liaisons today.
Untidy.
Take my daughter,
I taught her,
I tried my best to point the way.
I even named her Desiree.
In a world
where the kings are employers,
where the amateur prevails and delicacy fails to pay.
In a world where the princes are lawyers,
what can anyone expect
except to recollect?
Lets
undo it.