[MARIE, spoken]
Oh, Cleo! I gotta talk to you. I know I can talk to you. 

(sung)
You're her friend and he's my brother
You understand, we can talk to one another
You understand

[CLEO]
I understand

[MARIE]
You understand

[CLEO]
I understand

[MARIE]
When the girl's too young for a man
You understand

[CLEO]
I understand

[MARIE]
You understand
[CLEO]
I understand

[MARIE]
She got her ways, he got his
The only trouble is
When they get married
Little by little
From the difference in their ages
Comes the trouble
All the trouble
A million kinds of trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble

[CLEO]
I don't like this dame
No, I don't like her one bit
But since I'm company
Right now, into her eye I can't exactly—

[MARIE]
You understand

[CLEO]
I understand
[MARIE]
You understand

[CLEO]
I understand

[MARIE]
She gets restless, he gets sick
And it's a dirty trick
On both of them
When little by little
From the difference in their ages
Comes the trouble
All the trouble
A million kinds of trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble

[CLEO]
I don't like this dame
I'm getting pains in my head
But since I'm company
Right now I guess I can't suggest her dropping—

[MARIE]
You understand
[CLEO]
I understand

[MARIE]
You understand

[CLEO]
I understand