Pinwheel of Death

Barbara Harris


SONGS

Writers Jerry Bock, Sheldon Harnick

Genres Showtune

Recorded 1966

Lyrics LOOK AT ME!
I AM GORGEOUS!
I AM ABSOLUTELY
GORGEOUS.
HERE'S THIS AVALANCHE
OF BEAUTY
IN ONE WOMAN
AND I'M IT!

LOOK AT THE WAY
ALL OF THE PARTS
FIT TOGETHER!
STUNNING!
SEE THE WAY
MY NOSE STOPPED
RUNNING!
I WAS POSITIVE
THIS CREATURE WAS THERE
INSIDE THE OLD ME,
ALL BOTTLED UP
WAITING TO GET FREE.
NOW I SEE
THE REAL ME.

LOOK AT THIS!
LOOK AT THAT!
LOOK AT THOSE...
LET ME
JUST FEEL ME!
BEAUTIFUL,
GLAMOROUS,
RADIANT,
RAVISHING,
LOOK AT THE HAIR!
LOOK AT THE SHAPE!
LOOK EVERYWHERE!

I AM SUCH A DIVINE ME,
EVERY STUDIO
WILL SIGN ME.
MY CUP RUNNETH OVER.

WHO EVER SAW
SUCH A COMPLETE WOW?
NOBODY
COULD SAY NO
TO ME NOW!
NO ONE IS AS
GORGEOUS
AS I AM!
Writers Jerry Bock, Sheldon Harnick

Genres Showtune

Recorded 1966

Lyrics CHIMNEYS ARE COSY,
CHIMNEYS ARE WARM.
I THINK OF CHIMNEYS
AS PORTS IN A STORM.
BUT WARM AND COZY
OR NOT,
I WOULD GIVE UP
THE LOT
IF I COULD
ONLY BE
A MOVIE STAR.
A MOVIE STAR,
OH, TO BE A MOVIE STAR -
A BEAUTIFUL,
GLAMOROUS
MOVIE STAR.

NO ONE IMAGINES
I HARBOR THIS HOPE.
PEOPLE WHO KNOW ME
KEEP SENDING ME SOAP.
THEY SEE SOOT STAINS
AND TAR.
THEY'D SEE HOW WRONG
THEY ARE
IF I COULD ONLY
BE A MOVIE STAR.
A MOVIE STAR,
OH, TO BE A MOVIE STAR -
A BEAUTIFUL,
GLAMOROUS,
RADIANT,
RAVISHING
MOVIE STAR.

I'D BE SO GRATEFUL
THAT AFTER PREMIERES,
I'D SWEEP OUT
THE THEATRE
AND FOLD UP
THE CHAIRS.
I WOULD KNOW
WHAT IT MEANT
TO BE TRULY
CONTENT,
IF I COULD ONLY
BE A MOVIE STAR.
Writers Jerry Bock, Sheldon Harnick

Genres Showtune, Standard, Ballad

Recorded 1966

Lyrics WHAT MAKES ME LOVE HIM?
IT'S NOT HIS SINGING.
I'VE HEARD HIS SINGING,
IT SOURS THE MILK.
AND YET,
IT'S GOTTEN
TO THE POINT
WHERE I PREFER
THAT KIND OF MILK.
WHAT MAKES ME LOVE HIM?
IT'S NOT HIS LEARNING.
HE'S LEARNED SO SLOWLY
HIS WHOLE LIFE LONG,
AND THO'
HE REALLY KNOWS
A MULTITUDE OF THINGS,
THEY'RE MOSTLY WRONG.
HE IS A GOOD MAN,
YET, I WOULD LOVE HIM
IF HE ABUSED ME,
OR USED ME ILL.
AND THO'
HE'S HANDSOME,
I KNOW INSIDE ME,
WERE HE A PLAIN MAN,
I'D LOVE HIM STILL.
WHAT MAKES ME LOVE HIM?
IT'S QUITE BEYOND ME.
IT MUST BE SOMETHING
I CAN'T DEFINE,
UNLESS IT'S MERELY
THAT HE'S MASCULINE,
AND THAT HE'S MINE.

WHAT MAKES ME LOVE HIM?
WHAT MAKES HIM SPECIAL?
THAT I ADORE HIM.
I CAN'T DENY
HOW STRANGE
O LOVE SOMEONE
AS DEEPLY AS I DO
AND NOT KNOW WHY.