Eight Boyfriends
There's a pretty girl
From the towns of the hills;
I've had eight boyfriends
In the last two years.
If I hadn't always
Been so damn fine:
The eighth one will be
The one I truly want.
The first boyfriend
Was a real charmer,
A handsome guy but
With a crooked smile.
If I had taken him
As my own man,
I’d be living now
In a happy marriage.
The second boyfriend
Was a shoemaker;
He was a bit rough
But comforting too.
He would have been mine
With his charm and style,
But I told him that
I wanted a shoemaker.
The third boyfriend
Is a widower,
From many corners,
A real gentleman.
If he hadn’t had
A bunch of kids,
It would be true
That we’d have made it.
The fourth boyfriend
Is missing, ladies;
He’s a widower and
A real money-maker.
He’s a handsome guy and
From a wealthy place,
A rich widower
Is what I need.
The fifth boyfriend
Is Eusebio;
He gives me two bucks
Every single day.
I’d choose him over
Anyone else, you know,
I’m happy with him
And that’s how it goes.