The Littlest Libertine by Jessica Law Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I once knew a girl, every night was a mission
Of ruby stilettos and silk sequinned gowns
She said "They say that love is a war of attrition
But I'm the one getting worn down
[Verse 2]
With too many days spent selecting my clothes
And too many let downs from too many rogues
And I'll soon be so ruined by glamour it can't be reversed
In short, I am cursed"
[Chorus 1]
And I said Little Libertine
Eating crème brûlée for breakfast doesn't qualify you for Rosetti's scene
So paint you nails maroon
But supplementing sentences with French won't bring the Belle Époque back very soon
[Verse 3]
But still you float on some Fauxhemian breeze
'Til real penury brings you down to your knees
And the next thing you know, you go searching through wardrobes
To find your most valuable shoes
[Verse 4]
And there's really no glamour to selling your heels
No style to strategically spacing your meals
So you don't have to spend any money on buying more food
In short, you are screwed
[Chorus 1]
And I said Little Libertine
You think decadence decayed you, but your slate was never marred enough to strike it clean
So shed your silk and lace
Oscar Wilde or Baudelaire would never bat an eyelid at your painted face
[Chorus 2]
Little Libertine
Eating crème brûlée for breakfast doesn't qualify you for Rosetti's scene
So paint you nails maroon
But supplementing sentences with French won't bring the Belle Époque back very soon
[Verse 5]
From your tiny debaucheries, all you have learned
If one clever tip for the stylish Flâneur
Turn up over-dressed to mundane situations
And under-dressed to those that count
And they'll think you're involved in a scandal they've not heard about
I once knew a girl, every night was a mission
Of ruby stilettos and silk sequinned gowns
She said "They say that love is a war of attrition
But I'm the one getting worn down
[Verse 2]
With too many days spent selecting my clothes
And too many let downs from too many rogues
And I'll soon be so ruined by glamour it can't be reversed
In short, I am cursed"
[Chorus 1]
And I said Little Libertine
Eating crème brûlée for breakfast doesn't qualify you for Rosetti's scene
So paint you nails maroon
But supplementing sentences with French won't bring the Belle Époque back very soon
[Verse 3]
But still you float on some Fauxhemian breeze
'Til real penury brings you down to your knees
And the next thing you know, you go searching through wardrobes
To find your most valuable shoes
[Verse 4]
And there's really no glamour to selling your heels
No style to strategically spacing your meals
So you don't have to spend any money on buying more food
In short, you are screwed
[Chorus 1]
And I said Little Libertine
You think decadence decayed you, but your slate was never marred enough to strike it clean
So shed your silk and lace
Oscar Wilde or Baudelaire would never bat an eyelid at your painted face
[Chorus 2]
Little Libertine
Eating crème brûlée for breakfast doesn't qualify you for Rosetti's scene
So paint you nails maroon
But supplementing sentences with French won't bring the Belle Époque back very soon
[Verse 5]
From your tiny debaucheries, all you have learned
If one clever tip for the stylish Flâneur
Turn up over-dressed to mundane situations
And under-dressed to those that count
And they'll think you're involved in a scandal they've not heard about