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(J. Webster/Sinéad O'Connor)
We used to go out walking hand in hand.
You told me all the big things you had planned.
It wasn't long till all your dreams came true.
Success put me in second place with you.
You have no time to love me anymore,
Since fame and fortune knocked upon your door.
Now I spend all my evenings all alone.
Success has made a failure of our home.
If we could share an evening now and then,
Perhaps we'd find true happiness again.
You never hold me like you used to do.
It's funny what success has done to you.
You have no time to love me anymore,
Since fame and fortune knocked upon your door.
Now I spend all my evenings all alone.
Success has made a failure of our home.
(Lorenz Hart/Richard Rodgers)
He's a fool and I don't know it,
But a fool can have his charms.
I'm in love and I don't show it,
Like a babe in arms.
Love's the same old sad sensation.
Lately I've not slept a wink.
Since this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blink.
I'm wild again,
Beguiled again,
A simpering, whimpering child again.
Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered
Am I.
Couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep
When love came and told me
I shouldn't sleep.
Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered
Am I.
Lost my heart, but what of it?
He is cold, I agree.
He can laugh, but I love it,
Although the laugh's on me.
I'll sing to him, each spring to him,
And long for the day
When I'll cling to him.
Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered
Am I.
(Kansas Joe McCoy)
You had plenty money nineteen twenty two.
You let other people make a fool of you.
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money, too.
Yo' sittin' down wondering what it's all about.
If you ain't got no money, they will put you out.
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money, too.
If you had prepared twenty years ago,
You wouldn't be wand'ring from do' to do'.
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money, too.
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Like some other men do?
(Tim Rice/Andrew Lloyd Webber)
It won't be easy,
You'll think it's strange,
When I try to explain how I feel,
That I still need your love
After all that I've done.
You won't believe me.
All you see is a girl
You once knew.
Although she's dressed up
To the nines,
At sixes and sevens with you.
I had to let it happen,
I had to change.
Couldn't stay all my life
Down at heel,
Looking out of the window,
Staying out of the sun.
So I chose freedom,
Running around, trying
Everything new,
But nothing impressed me at all;
I never expected it to.
Don't cry for m
The truth is I never left you.
All though my wild days,
My mad existence,
I kept my promise.
Don't keep you
And as for fortune,
And as for fame,
I never invited them in,
Though it seemed to the world
They were all I desired.
They are illusions;
They're not the solutions
They promised to be.
The answer was here all the time.
I love you and hope you love me.
Have I said too much?
There's nothing more
I can think of to say to you,
But all you have to do is
Look at me
To know that every word is true.
(Jack Segal/Evelyn Danzig)
I peeked in to say goodnight,
And then I heard my child in prayer:
"And for me some scarlet ribbons,
Scarlet ribbons for my hair."
All the stores were close
All the streets were dark and bare.
In our town no scarlet ribbon for her hair.
Thru the night my heart was aching.
Just before the dawn was breaking,
I peeked in, and on her bed,
In gay profusion, lying there,
Lovely ribbons, scarlet ribbons,
Scarlet ribbons for her hair.
If I live to be two hundred,
I will never know from where
Came those lovely scarlet ribbons,
Scarlet ribbons for her hair.
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