Sondheim Lyrics

To kill outside St. Paul's requires a lotta balls.

It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight / rising up to the challenge of our rivals"

Memory / All alone with the moonlight / All alone with the memory / of my days in the sun

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Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know...well, now they know!

Six inches forward and five inches back, I got a, I got an angry inch.

Fade in on a girl with a hunger for fame, and a face and a name to remember.

I've just seen a face; I can't forget the time or place where we just met. She's just the girl for me, and I want all the world to see we've met.

So much of me is made of what I learned from you; you'll be with me, like a handprint on my heart.

I touch your hand and my arms grow strong, like a pair of birds that burst with song.

They say that I have the best ass below Fourteenth Street. Is it true?

Let me hear you say yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.