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Musical: Little Night Music
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FREDRIK: She lightens my sadness, She livens my days, She bursts with a kind of madness My well-ordered ways. My happiest mistake, the ache of my life: You must meet my wife. She bubbles with pleasure, She glows with surprise, Disrupts my accustomed leisure And ruffles my ties. I don't know even now quite how it began. You must meet my wife, my Anne. One thousand whims to which I give in, Since her smallest tear turns me ashen. I never dreamed that I could live in So completely demented, contented a fashion. So sunlike, so winning, So unlike a wife. I do think that I'm beginning To show signs of life. Don't ask me how at my age one still can grow-- If you met my wife, you'd know. DESIREE [speaking]: Dear Fredrik, I'm just longing to meet her. Sometime. FREDRIK: She sparkles... DESIREE: How pleasant. FREDRIK: She twinkles... DESIREE: How nice. FREDRIK: Her youth is a sort of present-- DESIREE: Whatever the price. FREDRIK: The incandescent--what?--the-- DESIREE [offering a cigarette]: Light? FREDRIK: --of my life. You must meet my wife. DESIREE: Yes, I must. I really must. Now-- FREDRIK: She flutters. DESIREE: How charming. FREDRIK: She twitters. DESIREE: My word! FREDRIK: She floats. DESIREE: Isn't that alarming? What is she, a bird? FREDRIK: She makes me feel I'm--what?-- DESIREE: A very old man. FREDRIK: Yes--no! DESIREE: No? FREDRIK: But-- DESIREE: I must meet your Gertrude. FREDRIK: My Anne. DESIREE: Sorry--Anne. FREDRIK: She loves my voice, my walk, my mustache, The cigar, in fact, that I'm smoking. She'll watch me puff until it's just ash, Then she'll save the cigar butt. DESIREE: Bizarre, but You're joking. FREDRIK: She dotes on-- DESIREE: Your dimple. FREDRIK: My snoring. DESIREE: How dear. FREDRIK: The point is, she's really simple. DESIREE: Yes, that much seems clear. FREDRIK: She gives me funny names-- DESIREE: Like? FREDRIK: "Old Dry-as-Dust." DESIREE: Wouldn't she just? FREDRIK: You must meet my wife. DESIREE: Yes, I must, yes, I must. FREDRIK: A sea of whims that I submerge in, Yet so loveable in repentance. Unfortunately still a virgin, But you can't force a flower-- DESIREE: Don't finish that sentence! She's monstrous! FREDRIK: She's frightened. DESIREE: Unfeeling! FREDRIK: Unversed. She'd strike you as unenlightened-- DESIREE: No, I'd strike her first. FREDRIK: Her reticence, her apprehension-- DESIREE: Her crust! FREDRIK: No! DESIREE: Yes! FREDRIK: No! DESIREE: Fredrik! FREDRIK: You must meet my wife. DESIREE: Let me get my hat and my knife! FREDRIK: What was that? DESIREE: I must meet your wife. FREDRIK: DESIREE: Yes, you must. Yes, I must. Back to main page: Little Night Music Lyrics
Broadway Little Night Music Lyrics
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