Hollywood Glamour


Marilyn Monroe

I'm Through With Love

I'm through with love
I'll never fall again
Said adieu to love
Don't ever call again
For I must love you or no one
And so I'm through with love
I've locked my heart
I'll keep my feelings there
I've stocked my heart
with icy,frigid air
And I mean to care for no one
Because I'm through with love

Why did you lead me
To think you could care?
You didn't need me
For you had your share
of slaves around you
To hound you and swear
with deep emotion and devotion to you

Goodbye to spring and all it meant to me
It can never bring the thing that used to be
For I must have you or no one
And so I'm through with love

I'm through with love

Baby I'm through with love

Vanmorgen zaten de oude Monroe-liedjes weer eens in mijn walkman en dit sprong er echt wel uit: een zalige klaagzang van 't meiske over hoe ze de hele "falling-in-love"-toestand kotsbeu is (maar dan wel in onnavolgbare Hollywood fifties stijl gebracht). Ik kan me veel te goed vinden in dat liedje, de wereld is blijkbaar niet veel veranderd in 50 jaar.