Letra de Beau Brummel
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He steps from the carriage with the air of an Earl, Pausing to smooth his cravat and urfurl himself
Like a peacock in a waistcoat of green A Prince of perfection, a cool libertine.
He has an eye for the ladies its the one with a gleam, He lives for good taste whether in black or in cream, He will ignore you in ruffles he'll berate you in braid,
A Prince of perfection, a beau de brocade.
His gambling excusable a gentleman's pursuit, His drinking quite laudible its beyond rebuke, His manners impeccable, decorum with guile,
A Prince of perfection, a Sultan of style.
Hear his friends - all sneer, Oh, their sharp reville,
Hear his friends - all sneer
"He sold his soul for style".
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