A Lady Loves

From the musical “I Love Melvin”, 1952.
Words by Mack Gordon.
Music by Josef Myrow.


The sheet music:


Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:


Lyrics

  1. A lady loves expensive clothes
    And pretty jewels and furs and French chapeaux
    She loves her lingerie in black
    It suits her zodiac
    Loves a penthouse where she’ll be content to stay
    Find little gifts on her breakfast tray
    But now and then pack and sail away
    For a simple Riviera holiday
    A lady loves beaucoup l’amour
    But first of all she loves to be secure
    And she adores the subtle phrase
    That it’s the man who pays
    Yet there’s one vital thought she will place above
    All of the things I make mention of
    That most of all a lady loves to love
  2. A lady loves just now and then
    To be around sophisticated men
    And there are times she’s more inclined
    To seek the warmer kind
    She loves someone with charm and with savior faire
    But if romantic’ly he’s not there
    Then he can make up for what he lacks
    If he’s in the upper bracket income tax
    A lady loves her phobias
    She has complexities she will insist
    It gives her things to talk about
    With her psychiatrist
    Incident’ly whenever she drops her glove
    Gentlemen know what she’s thinking of
    That most of all a lady loves to love
    And what is more a lady loves to live
    And what is more a lady lives to love

Interlude
Then when the right man comes along
She’ll change the lyrics of this song

  1. A lady loves the simplest things
    She loves her dreams tied up with apron strings
    There are no yachts in all her plans
    Just little pots and pans
    In the doorway she’ll wait for his warm caress
    And he’ll be handsome, well, more or less
    But he will notice that brand new dress
    Saying, “You look nice, oh never mind the price”
    A lady loves that av’rage guy
    Who just adores her homemade apple pie
    The apple pie he knows that she bought in a bakery
    When with her goodnight kiss he will be endowed
    She’ll have him high on a cloud above
    For most of all a lady loves to love
    And what is more a lady loves to live
    And what is more a lady lives to love

Sung here by Vancha March: