, March of the Falsettos. I heard it this morning while I was working on a play and I was struck with the awe of an aspiring painter standing in front of a Cezanne still life:"I will never in my life make anything so perfect."
Here's to trying anyway, right kids? Cheers.
A Marriage Proposal
I love you dear
I think you’re swell
You’re never near me close enough to tell
If I’m delightful or not.
I need your wrist
I praise your thigh
There’s not a guy
There’s not a piece of paper
There’s not a man in pants
Who can love you the same as I
Often times lovers are crazy people
Sometimes they kill each other
Just like a biblical brother
Did to his biblical brother.
Back in biblical Times.
Biblical times?
Biblical times?
Biblical times.
All those Biblical times!
I love your eyes.
I love your face.
I want you by my side to take my place
If I get sick or detained.
Don’t brush your hair, you’re perfect.
Don’t start to cry.
There’s not a guy,
There’s not a horse or zebra,
There’s not a giant man,
Who could love you the same as I.
Forget that giant man,
He won’t love you the same as I.
I’m not a giant man,
But I’ll love you until,
Love you until
I die.
