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"Every song I have translated is well translated, the one who works on the very difficult songs with me is Dee Shipman. I know her telephone number by heart, and her fax. It goes back and forth - 'No! I don't like this word!' And she comes back and says 'Because you don't understand English!' So I have to convince her and she has to convince me, and the rapport is fantastic." 

- Charles Aznavour

The Souvenirs Of Second Best
(Dee Shipman / Charles Aznavour)

The souvenirs of second best
Hasty embraces in the dark
Momentary music of a lark 
Flies like a feeling from my breast

The souvenirs of second best
The quick "Come on" ,the "Get, 'em off!"
A bed as grating as a cough
Where games are cursed more than they're blessed

Some throw their pants across the floor
Some neatly fold their shirts and ties
I've had as many men and more
As I've had quality and size..........!

Love true or false, I'm not impressed
I've found it wiser not to fall
I'm better off not to recall
The souvenirs of second best.....

We're better off not to recall 
The souvenirs of second best

The souvenirs of second best
The stupid stories we invent
For little men, whose cash is spent
When they are lonely or depressed

The souvenirs of second best
The "I love you's" we have to say
The grandpapa who's on his way
Soon as he's left me his bequest.....!

Young boys with pimples and complexes
Like embarrassed eager pups
The macho men all fire and sex
And the old perverts we mop up...!

Yes we have seen more men undressed
Than any general's seen war
But what's the point existing for
The souvenirs of second best?

But what's the point existing for
The souvenirs of second best?

The souvenirs of second best
Champagne that's only fizzy wine
And it's our livers on the line
For every franc that they invest

The souvenirs of second best
Evenings of fake erotic moods
The jokers loud and drunk and rude
Who pay like kings for each caress

At sixteen I was so naive
I'd find the perfect love one day
My man for life who, I believed 
Would come and carry me away........

After three months he flew the nest...!
Turning to grey the gold I've lost
Leaving me counting, to my cost
The souvenirs of second best

Leaving me counting to my cost
The souvenirs of second best!


 










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