I saw the signs, I should've let you goBut

WILKINSON, Plié, tendu segundaPlié, tendu fechouDevelopé devantPerna vermeOlha

WILKINSON, Manda ver, Sr. Braithwaite!(cantado)Ninguém nasce pra estarSó num

at me, Satine. Why else live, if not for

are you gonna come down?When are you going to

I know"Spanish Harlem" are not just pretty words to

I'm back on dry land once againOpportunity awaits me like a

it never light on my lawn?Why does it rain

are feeling lightHead on out to see the sightsAin't

hear it every dayOnce upon a time they sayOnce

can hear your heartPounding in my earNow I feel

looking at a funeral wagon rolling downA two-lane highway

have I got to do to make you love meWhat

some things I don't have nowSome things I don't

The more I learn, the more I seeThe less the world

you wake up and don't want to smileIf it

never thought hyenas essentialThey're crude and unspeakably plainBut maybe

stands in all his glorySitting at the crossroads of

Lady D'ArbanvilleWhy do you sleep so still?I'll wake you

Like a fool I went and stayed too longNow I'm wondering