I know I hold sway over all I survey,
But I now need a much bigger deal.
The shoes are the key to the making of me,
So find her, and bring her to heel.
So with Dorothy here,
I hope I may clear,
What you have to surrender and why.
It's the end of the line,
The slippers are mine.
You're welcome my pretty,
(spoken) Yes, you're welcome my pretty,)
To die.
To die!
Writer(s): Tim Rice, Andrew Lloyd Webber
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