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Sunday In The Park With George

アーティスト:Stephen Sondheim  アルバム:Sunday In The Park With George 

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Dot: A trickle of sweat The back of the- -head. He always does this. Now the foot is dead. Sunday in the park with George One more Su- The collar is damp. Beginning to pinch. The bustle's slipping- I won't budge one inch. Who was at the zoo, George? Who was at the zoo? The monkeys and who, George? The monkeys and who? George: Don't move. Dot: Artists are bizarre. Fixed. Cold. That's you, George, you're bizarre. Fixed. Cold. I like that in a man. Fixed. Cold. God, it's hot out here. Well, there are worse things Than staring at the water on a Sunday. There are worse things Than staring at the water As you're posing for a picture Being painted by you lover In the middle of the summer On an island in the river on a Sunday. The petticoat's wet. Which adds to the weight. The sun is blinding. All right, concentrate... George: Eyes open, please. Dot: Sunday in the park with George. George: Look out at the water, not at me. Dot: Sunday in the park with George. Concentrate...concentrate... Well, if you want bread And respect And attention, Not to say connection, Modelling's no profession. If you want instead, When you're dead, Some more public ANd more permanent Expression Of affection, You want a painter, Poet, Sculptor, preferably:


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