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You've been so sweet to me, darling
I've thought of something I could do
A nice surprise for you
I've just decided not to go
On that vacation in July
No need to close the show
What's the catch?
Dearest
That's not nice
Sweetheart
There's a catch
Angel
I know you much too well
Of course, I am really tired
So weary I can hardly speak
I'd like to take one week
A little breather, you might say
Would really be insurance
For the future of the play
One week when?
Darling
April first
Dearest
April fool
Lover
You know we're all sold out
Love you
Love you
Always have, always will
You're my kind of people
They threw away the mold
God bless
God bless
You poor dear underpaid martyr
You only make four thou' a week
I love to hear him speak
You could have been an actor, dear
Those unctuous tones you do project
Particularly clear
She's a hoot
You're so cute
That I could eat you right up
Now, darling, cards on the table
I want to visit Bill in Rome
God knows when he'll be home
His picture may drag on 'til June
And I will simply lose my mind
If I don't see him soon
If you do
Darling
Then I'll sue
Darling
God damn you
Darling
You play, you bitch, that's that
Love you
Love you
Always have, always will
You're my kind of people
They threw away the mold
God bless
God bless
Enough, my love, of your banter