"The Laughing Song (Mein Herr Marquis)" adalah lagu yang dibawakan oleh penyanyi muda berbakat, Charlotte Church. Lirik lagu ini bercerita tentang seorang wanita yang menyatakan perasaannya kepada seorang marquis, namun dengan cara yang bercanda dan menggoda. Melalui lirik yang cerdas dan jenaka, lagu ini mengeksplorasi tema asmara, keingintahuan, dan paradoks antara ketertarikan dan penolakan. Lagu yang ceria dan ringan ini menampilkan vokal Church yang memukau, menyoroti sisi komedi dan pesona dari liriknya yang mengesankan.
The Laughing Song (Mein Herr Marquis) Lyrics
Charlotte Church
My dear Marquis, why must you be,
So loyal throughout your hours?
When you stop and stare
Take a lot more care
And close this road to lies.
My fingers, my ankles, my feet.
Ha ha ha ha ha
How shapely and trim and petite.
Ha ha ha ha ha
Both accent and inflection,
She'll polish to perfection.
Such graces,
Are the traces of her old elite.
Such graces,
Are the traces of her old elite.
I marvel how a man like you,
Could fail to see my match burns for you.
What a friendly, ha ha ha
Situation, ha ha ha
What a startling, ha ha ha
Information, ha ha ha ha ha
What a friendly, ha ha ha
Situation, ha ha ha haaaa aaaa aaa aaaa
Ahhhh aaahhhhhh
Marquis I want to like you.
Proof as they say,
Gave the game away.
Quaint fold with closing grace.
If the head on you,
Isn't much to you,
Then who can't face thine face.
What evidence, small cafe meet, ha ha ha ha ha
I sing at suarees at your feet.
Bestowing my attention
With lofty condescension.
Such graces,
Are the traces of a pedigree.
Such graces,
Are the traces of a pedigree.
As want to you that I'm afraid
Because you love a parliament.
What a friendly, ha ha ha
Situation, ha ha ha
What a startling, ha ha ha
Revelation, ha ha ha ha ha
What a friendly, ha ha ha
Situation, ha ha ha haaaa aaaa aaa aaaaa
Ahhhh aaahhhhhh ahhh aaahhh aahhh
Ahhhhh aaaaahhhhhh aaaaahhhhhhh
Ahhhhhaaaaahhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhh
Ahhhhhaaaaahhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhh
Ahhhhhaaaa
ahhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhh
aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
So loyal throughout your hours?
When you stop and stare
Take a lot more care
And close this road to lies.
My fingers, my ankles, my feet.
Ha ha ha ha ha
How shapely and trim and petite.
Ha ha ha ha ha
Both accent and inflection,
She'll polish to perfection.
Such graces,
Are the traces of her old elite.
Such graces,
Are the traces of her old elite.
I marvel how a man like you,
Could fail to see my match burns for you.
What a friendly, ha ha ha
Situation, ha ha ha
What a startling, ha ha ha
Information, ha ha ha ha ha
What a friendly, ha ha ha
Situation, ha ha ha haaaa aaaa aaa aaaa
Ahhhh aaahhhhhh
Marquis I want to like you.
Proof as they say,
Gave the game away.
Quaint fold with closing grace.
If the head on you,
Isn't much to you,
Then who can't face thine face.
What evidence, small cafe meet, ha ha ha ha ha
I sing at suarees at your feet.
Bestowing my attention
With lofty condescension.
Such graces,
Are the traces of a pedigree.
Such graces,
Are the traces of a pedigree.
As want to you that I'm afraid
Because you love a parliament.
What a friendly, ha ha ha
Situation, ha ha ha
What a startling, ha ha ha
Revelation, ha ha ha ha ha
What a friendly, ha ha ha
Situation, ha ha ha haaaa aaaa aaa aaaaa
Ahhhh aaahhhhhh ahhh aaahhh aahhh
Ahhhhh aaaaahhhhhh aaaaahhhhhhh
Ahhhhhaaaaahhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhh
Ahhhhhaaaaahhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhh
Ahhhhhaaaa
ahhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhh
aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
