Regrets and Resignations

Despite all the romance from yesterday, we know that the course of love frequently goes astray. Every once in a while, there will come along a song with humor where some woman takes reprisal into her own hands.

I do not recommend this action, but the lyrics are deliciously irrisistable, and when it comes to cafe society and rapier wit, it could only be written by Cole Porter.




Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.
Madam,
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.
She is sorry to be delayed,
but last night down in Lover's Lane she strayed,
Madam,
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.

When she woke up and found
That her dream of love was gone,
Madam,
She ran to the man
Who had led her so far astray,
And from under her velvet gown
She drew a gun and shot her lover down,
Madam,
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.

When the mob came and got her
And dragged her from the jail,
Madam,
They strung her upon
The old willow across the way,
And the moment before she died
She lifted up her head and cried,
Madam,
"Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today."