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Musical: City of Angels
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STONE: Just watch her dodge the truth like a runaway streetcar This role she plays could win her a prize Each gesture is correct Well chosen for effect And it would be wiser if i kept my eyes off her thighs ALAURA: This song and dance of his is most unconvincing He has that hungry look in his eye He needs the work and soon Some cash'll change his tune He'll hop to the task I'll say jump and he'll Ask me how high STONE: This job is not to be believed And i do not believe a word Between her double talk and all that's unsaid I'd bet the farm that there'll be trouble ahead I might be willingly deceived 'cause i can trust myself around her Even less than i trust her But even so i need the dough BUDDY: I buy a book and i get stuck with the author You buy a rose you're stuck with a thorn It's undeniable The guy is pliable And shakespeare and dickens were washed up before i was born STINE: This job is not to be believed And i cannot believe my luck I'm at the literary prime of my life And i'm about to have the time of my life Unless i'm easily deceived Though buddy doesn't tend to sugarcoat his comments He's all right All bark, no bite I've always longed for a chance to be watching A book of my own on the screen To look up and see stone on the screen Would be better than fine Sit with my wife in a crowd As the credits are shown on the screen In a frame all alone on the screen It says "screenplay by stine" For making movies out of books They say that buddy wrote the book I can depend on him to give me some lip But you can trust a guy who shoots from the hip Out here where nothing's how it looks It's hard to disregard a candid stand-up guy Who skips the double talk And lets you know exactly what he's thinking about you And i can beat the odds And meet his demands Though i'm a stranger in This strangest of lands. This mad adventure i've begun Is unlike anything i know It's gonna be a lotta work And lots of fun And pots of dough
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