BETTER NOT TELL HIM	SP
(Sung to:  "Better Not Tell Her" by Carly Simon)

Better not tell him about all my lovers.
Better not answer questions 'bout me.
Better convince him there was no one before him.
I'm not those initials on the privy door.

But if you should slip and my past comes out,
Just deny that I'd do it.
Just leave out the White Knight,
The groom in the stable,
The squire and the page boy,
The cook 'neath the table.

Better not tell him how I love Spanish lancers.
Don't bother to say that I'm hot as the summers in Madrid.
That has to end now, 'cause I'm his be-troth-ed.
I must seem a saint 'til we are le-gal-ly wed.

But if you should slip and my past should come out,
Just deny that I'd do it.
Just leave out the White Knight,
The groom in the stable,
The squire and the page boy,
The cook 'neath the table.
Leave out the fool and the minstrel.
He won't want to know
As I go to be wed
That I think of them still.

(INTERLUDE)

But if you should slip and my past should come out,
Just deny that I'd do it.
Just leave out the White Knight,
The groom in the stable,
The squire and the page boy,
The cook 'neath the table.
Leave out the fool and the minstrel.
He still doesn't know
That I'm not what he thinks,
But he'll soon ... know ... me.