EVERY LITTLE MOVEMENT
 
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Up to the West End, right in the best end
Straight from the country came Miss Maudie Brown
Father's a curate, but couldn't endure it
That's why the lady is residing in town
Twelve months ago her modest self felt quite sublime
To sit on a fellow's knee who's been in all the grime
And if you should want a kiss
She'd drop her eyes like this
But now she drops them just one at a time.

Chorus: And every little movement has meaning of its own
Every little movement tells a tale
When she walks in dainty hobbles
At the back round here, there's a kind of wibble-wobble
And she glides like this
Then the Jonnies follow in her trail
'Cos when she turns her head like so
Something's going, don't you know
Every little movement tells a tale


Down by the blue sea, cute as she could be
Maudie would go for her dip every day
Maudie has an eye for the boys, oh my
And it happens that Reggie was passing that way
When Reggie saw her he fell into a trance
He too is going bathing for her now, here's a chance,
She didn't smile or frown
Just threw her peignoir (dressing gown) down
Then slyly shrugged her shoulders with a glance.

Chorus: And every little movement has meaning of its own
Every little movement tells a tale
When she dashed into the ocean
Reggie kept close by for to know her
Maudie tried to swim
“Oh I'm here,” said Reggie, “If you fail”
And in less than half a wink
Maudie dear commenced to sink
Every little movement tells a tale.


Congratulations, such celebrations
Bertie and Gertie have just tied the knot.
Folks at the party, all gay and hearty
And noticed the bridegroom looks anxious, eh what?
When friends and relatives depart their different ways
Alone with the girlie of his heart
And once again he turned the lights down low
She looked at him like so
Then slyly with her wedding ring she plays.

Chorus: And every little movement has meaning of its own
Every little movement tells a tale
When alone no words they utter
But when midnight chimed, then their hearts begin to flutter
And she yawned like this
And stretches out her arm so frail
And her hubby full of love
Looks at her and points above
Every little movement tells a tale.
 
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Written and composed by Cliff - J.C. Moore (UK version)
Performed by Marie Lloyd (1870-1922)
The New York publisher refused permission to perform the original song in British Music Halls,
so a totally different song was written by Cliff & Moore, using the same title.
 
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