Order.
Design.
Composition.
Tone.
Form.
Symmetry.
Balance.
More red...
And a little more red...
Blue blue blue blue
Blue blue blue blue
Even even...
Good...
Bumbum bum bumbumbum
Bumbum bum...
More red...
More blue...
More beer...
More light!
Color and light.
There's only color and light.
Yellow and white.
Just blue and yellow and white.
Look at the air, miss-
See whet I mean?
No, look over there, miss-
That's done with green...
Conjoined with orange...
Nothing seems to fit me right. The less I wear, the more comfortable I feel.
More rouge...
George is very special. Maybe I'm just not special enough for him.
If my legs were longer.
It my bust was smaller.
It my hands were graceful.
If my waist was thinner.
If my hips were flatter.
If my voice was warm.
If I could concentrate-
I'd be in the Follies.
I'd be in a cabaret.
Gentlemen in tall silk hats
And linen spats
Would wait with flowers.
I could make them wait for hours.
Giddy young aristocrats
With fancy flats
Would drink my health,
And I would be as
Hard as nails...
And they'd only want me more...
If I was a folly girl.
Nah, I wouldn't like it much.
Married men and stupid boys
And too much smoke end all that noise
And all that color and light...
Aren't you proper today, miss?
Your parasol so properly cocked, your bustle so perfectly upright.
And you sir. Your hat so black. So black to you, perhaps.
So red to me.
None of the others worked at night...
So composed for a Sunday.
How do you work without the right
White
Light?
How do you fathom George?
Red red red red
Red red orange
Red red orange
Orange pick up blue
Pick up red
Pick up orange
From the blue-green blue-green
Blue-green circle
On the violet diagonal
Di-ag-ag-ag-ag-ag-o-nal-nal
Yellow comma yellow comma
Numnum num numnumnum
Numnum num...
Blue blue blue blue
Blue still sitting
Red that perfume
Blue all night
Blue-green the window shut
Dut dut dut
Dot Dot sitting
Dot Dot waiting
Dot Dot getting fat fat fat
More yellow
Dot Dot waiting to go
Out out out
No no no George
Finish the hat finish the hat
Have to finish the hat first
Hat hat hat hat
Hot hot hot it's hot in here...
Sunday!
Color and light!
But how George looks. He could look forever.
There's only color and light.
As if he sees you and he doesn't all at once.
Purple and white...
What is he thinking when he looks like that?
And red and purple and white.
What does he see? Sometimes, not even blinking.
Look at this glade, girls,
Your cool blue spot.
His eyes. So dark and shiny.
No, stay in the shade, girls.
It's getting hot...
Some think cold and black.
It's getting orange...
But it's warm inside his eyes...
Hotter.
And it's soft inside his eyes...
And he burns you with his eyes...
Look at her looking.
And you're studied like the light.
Forever with that mirror. What does she see?
And you look inside the eyes.
The pink lips, the red cheeks...
And you catch him here and there.
The wide eyes. Studying the round face, the tiny pout...
But he's never really there.
Seeing all the parts and none of the whole.
You want him even more.
But the way she catches light...
And you drown inside his eyes...
And the color of her hair...
I could look at her/him
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
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