Andrea Bowen, Bruce Dow, Marla Schaffel & Mary Stout Perfectly Nice song lyrics
Andrea Bowen, Bruce Dow, Marla Schaffel & Mary Stout Perfectly Nice song lyrics
MRS. FAIRFAX: It'll be perfectly nice
Having someone with whom to converse
The servants are fine
But a little perverse
And if I'm a tiny bit terse
It's only because I just fired the chef
Are you talking to me?
I'm a little bit deaf
The weather's been rainy and gray
Robert, stop fussing, you're just in the way?
He's really a dear
Though a tiny bit queer
There was a time when winter was here
Milk?
JANE: No
MRS. FAIRFAX: No one came by
No one came near
Sugar?
JANE: No
MRS. FAIRFAX: I was alone, nearly a year
More?
And not a creature would come to the house
The vicar came once but he didn't stay long
Or did he come twice?
Maybe I'm wrong
Then, as the days went along
Like it or not, I was not as depressed
And soon after that
We were finally blessed
With little Adele, darling, come here
This is Miss Eyre
Your governess, dear.
ADELE: Bonjour, Miss Eyre.
JANE: Bonjour, Adele.
ADELE: Oh, vous parlez francais
JANE: She is French, then?
ADELE: Yes, I am French, but I speak English - frighteningly well!
JANE: You certainly do.
MRS. FAIRFAX: Run along now, Adele.
ADELE: Adieu mam'selle.
JANE: Au'voir, Adele...
What a spirited girl
MRS. FAIRFAX: What a story to tell!
Her mother is gone
Gone to the Lord
And Mr. Rochester took her in as his ward
JANE: Mr. Rochester? Who is he?
MRS. FAIRFAX: The owner of Thornfield! Did you not know he was called Rochester?
JANE: I thought Thornfield belonged to you!
MRS. FAIRFAX: Bless you, child, what an idea!
I'm in charge of the hall
When he's away I look after it all
And he's away most of the time
JANE: What sort of man is he like?
MRS. FAIRFAX: The kind of man who is never about.
JANE: Where does he go?
MRS. FAIRFAX: I wouldn't know...
One of a kind
Smart as a sage
And like good wine
Gets better with age
Modest and fair
Yet one wouldn't dare
Behave in a manner unfitting one's class
One has a place
That one mustn't surpass
This is our lot
Like it or not...
I think I've forgotten my thought
What was it? Ah! No, that wasn't it at all
Did I have a point?
I can barely recall
But you'll settle in
Read a few books
You've got the brains, if not quite the looks
You'll soon adjust
Everyone must
Heed my advice
Let's be precise
Listen to me, I will not tell you twice
You will be in good grace if you face
That a girl in your place
Will suffice...
...if she's perfectly nice!