Treat Me Better
Here's a tender serenade
Oh, you should treat me better
Let's hear the operetta, complete
Emeralds on the promenade
Oh, you should treat me better
These hardly even glitter, my sweet
I'll never prize myself, above nobody else
But baby thinks he's better than me
I order a-la carte, buy her diamond hearts
And I look on, fake a yawn
Kissing on the Caspian
Oh, you should treat me better
You didn't pack a sweater for me
I buy her caviar
But she throws out the jar
'Cause it tastes a little fishy to me
We go to twenty-one and in front of every one
I spit out, a brussel sprout
Married by the Queen of Spain
Oh, you should treat me better
I'm liable to forget her first name
L-A-T-I-Z-I-A
Do I pronounce this-a-way
Latizia is the Queen's first name
Autor(es): Vilray Blair Bolles