Based on a poem by Verlaine

Song For Her

They tell me that you are blond

And that all blonds are perfidious

Even adding “like a whore”

I laugh at their empty speeches!

Your eyes are the most beautiful in the world

And of your body, I am avid

What do they know of love?

What do they know of me?

They tell me that you are tan,

And that a tan woman has eyes of ember

Even adding “she seeks fortune and in the end will hurt”

Oh how I care!

Round and fresh as the moon

Glory to your strawberry lips

What do they know of love?

What do they know of me?

They tell me you are chestnut

And that you are tasteless and your face too red

I care not to worry

And of you I love all things

From your hair, fountain of ebony or gold

To your feet worthy of queens.

What do they know of love?

What do they know of me?