Try, try, try to arrange me   But there's no romance in my blood   Try, try, you'll never persuade me   My only tears fall with the rain      My father had a dozen wives   And a child by every one   I am from about, umm, number five   So don't expect me to stay with anyone      Try, try, try to arrange me   But there's no romance in my blood   Try, try, you'll never persuade me   My only tears fall with the rain      My mother never takes a break   From her pining after furniture   Every moment on her feet is torture   And I share her love of wine and cake   And taking advantage of amateurs