Letra

Just what time of night do you call this? No, I'm not alright I have had enough Don't you interrupt Let me finish I said let me finish I'm tired of waiting for something to happen Sorry? I can't live like this any longer I am not a saint I've said this before but you haven't heard Let me finish This time let me finish Wait a minute! You'll get your turn It's not often I get the chance to talk I forget the last time I saw a person Fifth Avenue might as well be Mars! Never thought I would ever say Keep Manhattan Give me Muswell Hill I'd have had more fun with Neville Braithwaite That old devil Neville always put me first (on occasions) No I don't want a drink! Not yet I've rehearsed these next lines for ages Why do I feel cold? I suppose it's nerves I don't need a drink Let me finish I said let me finish I've had it to here with your business problems I don't want to dance with your boss once a year I don't care if the neighbours hear You always say we British are too reserved I need a change I must do something new or I will go mad Not now! Let me finish You'll get your chance to call me a child We've got to make decisions Don't touch me get away Don't you touch me! This isn't a joke for God's sake stop smiling Don't run out we won't solve anything that way Come back Can't we sit and talk this thing over?
Writer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber, Don Black Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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