The Kissing Bandit Page #2

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Go on. Look.

Oh, you look just like your father.

If I didn't know it was you,

I would think it was him.

You were born to be a bandit.

You know, I read a lot of books

when I was a little boy about bandits.

Like Robin Hood and people like that.

- Must be a rather exciting life.

- Huh?

You read books about the bandits?

Then you know practically everything

and what you don't know, I will show you.

You're gonna be rich and famous

like your father.

Then I will be happy,

the men will be happy...

...and everyone will know

the Kissing Bandit is riding again.

Chico, why did they call my father

the Kissing Bandit?

Oh, every bandit chief got a trademark.

After every robbery,

your father used to kiss the women...

...like you're gonna do.

That was his trademark.

- He kissed women he didn't even know?

- Sure.

Women he wasn't introduced to?

Oh, but you're gonna like it.

Oh, no, I won't.

Why, in Boston you don't even kiss

women you do know.

- Not until you're engaged to them. Oh, no.

- But wait.

Kissing is the best part of the job...

...because in California,

all the women are beautiful.

We got nothing but beautiful women.

Teresa, the carriage is waiting

and your aunt is getting nervous.

Oh, thank you, sister.

Teresa, are you sad

about leaving the school?

- Hmm.

- Well, are you happy?

Mm-mm.

No more studying once you're home.

And no more classes.

And you won't get to play with us

and sing for us or anything anymore.

What are you going to do?

You're finishing everything today.

Oh, no, my life begins tomorrow.

It's true there won't be classes

or lessons but...

Well, there will be new things.

Things like... Like romance.

And that's something

you don't even know about.

As a matter of fact, it's something

I don't even know about yet.

They say romance is sweet

My dreams have told me so

Though love and I have yet to meet

Tomorrow I should know

Tomorrow means romance for me

For my lover will appear

There's a meaning to romance for me

When I see my cavalier

He may be a dream that sings to me

Or a shepherd in disguise

Or an angel morning brings to me

With the devil in his eyes

Oh, I know that sweet tomorrow

Will be different from today

For the love I meet tomorrow

Will take my heart away

Though no gypsy told me foolish things

Still my walk becomes a dance

And my heart with all

Its music sings

For tomorrow means romance

Oh, Teresa, that was beautiful.

It is good idea, Chico,

putting him up there out of the way.

Oh, sure.

I never thought he would give in

so easy:

Well, it's what he thinks

a bandit chief should look like...

...a man on a white horse

way up in the clouds...

...where he's nice and safe.

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