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Musical: March Of The Falsettos
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TRINA I’d like to be a princess on a throne To have a country I can call my own And a king Who’s lusty and requires a fling With a female thing Great, men will be men Let me turn on the gas I saw them in the den with Marvin grabbing Whizzer’s ass Oh sure, I’m sure, he’s sure he did his best I bet he meant to be what he was not The things he was are things which I forgot He’s a queen I’m a queen Where is our crown? I’m breaking down I’m breaking down My life is shitty And my kid seems like an idiot to me I mean that’s sick I mean he’s great It’s me who is the matter Talking madder Than the maddest hatter If I repeat one more word I swear I’ll lose my brain What else should I explain? Oh, yes it’s true I can cry on cue, But so can you I’m breaking down I’m breaking down Down, down You ask me if it’s fun to cry over nothing It is, I’m breaking down Oh, darn. I don’t have time for a breakdown now; I have to get back to my banana-carrot surprise. Ouch! Gosh, that hurt. Now let’s consolidate our simple thoughts A healthy fruit is healthy ‘til it rots I agree We sat beneath the apple tree Marv, his friend, and me Now, speaking of friends Whizzer is sweet and trim I think he sets the trends I think in fact I’ll marry him He wants me I’d like to hate him but I really can’t It’s like a nightmare how this all proceeds I hope that Whizzer don’t fulfill his needs Don’t is wrong Sing along What was the noun? I’m breaking down I’m breaking down I’ll soon redecorate these stalls I want some padding on the wall And also pills I wanna sleep Sure thing’ll prob’lly worsen But it’s not like I’m a healthy person I’ve rethought my talks with Marv And one fact does emerge I think I like his shrink So that is why I should turn to drink I’m on the brink Of breaking down I’m breaking down Down, down I only want to love a man who can love me Or like me Marvin was never mine He took his meetings in the boy’s latrine I used to cry He’d make a scene I’d rather die Than dry-clean Marvin’s wedding gown I’m breaking down I’m breaking down It’s so upsetting how I found That what’s rectangular is round I mean it stinks I mean he’s queer It’s me who is the freak Who needs it maybe every other week I’ve rethought my talks with Marv And one fact to emerge I play the foolish clown The almost virgin Who sing this dirge Is on the verge Of breaking down I’m breaking down Down, down The only thing that’s breaking up is my fam’ly The only thing that’s breaking up is my fam’ly But me, I’m breaking down Down [Thanks to Mii Mii for lyrics]
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