why is that man looking at my resume? don't look at my resume, I made up half my resume...
there's a couple of things I've learned
on the many roads I've taken
flames are not what get you burned
it's the cold and the ice
here's a piece of advice
I got from a little bird
the flames can get you stirred
it's the cold that leaves you shaken
I don't like to philosophize
I just want to tell a story
always leave when a woman cries
never look in a woman's eyes
you'll get stuck with a high and rising fever
and then you can't leave her
please, don't wait man
it's almost too late man
she cries, and you want to hold her
she lies, and you want to run away
but just give her a minute
I promise you're in it to stay
she smiles, and you'll stay forever
she screams, well, that's the price you pay
but there's no one can make you
forget how you feel
for all she can take
you've got more there to steal
so you don't mind a bit of surprise...
and she cries
I don't like to admit I'm wrong
I believe in guts and glory
but it's time I should change my song
I've been here just a bit too long
always thought I was much too strong for hating
and still I keep waiting...
and while I'm resolving
that door keeps revolving
she cries, and you want to hold her
she lies, and you're half way out the door
but you never can do it
she'll make you go through it once more
she smiles, and you'll stay forever
she sings, oh, she's got you now for sure
and each time that you swear
that you will not give in
she'll throw you a stare
that'll show you can't win
it's amazing how hard each man tries...
but she cries
all of a sudden
you fall for her charms
you promise you'll stop all her tears
all of sudden
she's back in your arms
and the walls start closing
and blocking out the light
and changing all your dreams
and right before your eyes...
she cries, and I don't know the answer
she spies, and there's no place I can hide
when I look in the mirror,
there's nothing but fear here inside
I run, and still she is right behind me
I fall, the chasm is too wide
so I'm stuck in this world of her magic mystique
where I'll never be more than her toy of the week
but each time I prepare my goodbyes
well, she catches me looking
and she opens the floodgates....
... and she cries.
///She Cries - Jason Robert Brown
I stayed up all last night talking to Dan, slept in most of today, and worked most of tonight. I just finished another assignment, all two and half thousand words on politics. I wrote letters and emails, and wrote my list of stuff to do tomorrow. It'll be a busy week but if I get everything done it will be fine.
I'm so in love with Musical Theatre.
Seriously.