Christian Dior Haute Couture 1949 Runway

They try to tell us we're too young Too young to really be in love They say that love's a word A word we've only heard But can't begin to know the meaning of And yes, we're not too young to know This love, love is make-up Too young, we were not too young At all I don't believe in fretting and grieving Why mess around with strife I vow to step and strut out Give me the simple life Some find it pleasant dining on pheasants Those things roll off my knife Just serve me tomatoes and mashed potatoes Give me the simple life A cottage small is all I'm after Not one that's spacious and wide A house that rings with joy and laughter And the ones you love inside Some like the high road I like the low road Free from the care and stride Sounds corny and seedy But yes, indeedy Give me the simple life I never was cut out to step and strut out Give me the simple life Just serve me tomatoes and mashed potatoes Give me the simple life A cottage small is all I'm after Not one that's spacious and wide A house that rings with joy and laughter And the ones you love inside Some like the high road I like the low road Free from the care and stride Sounds corny and seedy But yes, indeedy Give me the simple, simple life When love comes in And takes you for a spin Ooh la la la Se magnifica When every night Your loved one holds you tight Ooh la la la Se magnifica But when one day Your loved one drifts away Ooh la la la Well it's so tragica But when once more He whispers you the door Se magnifica When love comes in And takes you for a spin Ooh la la la Se magnifica