Transition - With So Little to Be Sure Of Lyrics

HAPGOOD:
Come with me Fay.

FAY:
My cookies need someone to take care of them.

HAPGOOD:
That's an excuse. Come on, where's your wig?

FAY:
You wouldn't want me like that.

HAPGOOD:
Four wives: they all tried to change me. The girls who don't are the girls you don't marry.

FAY:
You like my hair, yes? My lips, yes?
Ze sway of my-How you say-
Of my hips...
Yes?
You don't leave me with anything.

HAPGOOD:
I'm sorry. For me it was marvelous.

FAY:
Marvelous?