Lyrics: Jonathan Larson
Music: Jonathan Larson
ROGER: What'd you forget?
MIMI: Got a light?
ROGER: I know you, you're...you're shivering
MIMI: It's nothing, they turned off my heat
And I'm just a little weak on my feet
Would you light my candle?
What are you staring at?
ROGER: Nothing, your hair in the moonlight
You look familiar
Can you make it?
MIMI: Just haven't eaten much today
At least the room stopped spinning, anyway
What?
ROGER: Nothing, your smile reminded me of
MIMI: I always remind people of...
Who is she?
ROGER: She died, her name was April
MIMI: It's out again
Sorry about your friend
Would you light my candle?
ROGER: Well...
MIMI: Yeah? Ow!
ROGER: Oh, the wax, it's...
MIMI: Dripping!
I like it between my...
ROGER: Fingers, I figured
Oh, well, goodnight
It blew out again?
MIMI: No, I think that I dropped my stash
ROGER: I know I've seen you out and about
When I used to go out
Your candle's out
MIMI: I'm illin', I had it when I walked in the door
It was pure
Is it on the floor?
ROGER: The floor?
MIMI: They say that I have the best ass
Below 14th Street, is it true?
ROGER: What?
MIMI: You're staring again
ROGER: Oh no, I mean you do, have a nice---
I mean - you look familiar
MIMI: Like your dead girlfriend
ROGER: Only when you smile
But I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else
MIMI: Do you go to the Cat Scratch Club?
That's where I work, I dance
ROGER: Yes!
They used to tie you up
MIMI: It's a living
ROGER: I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs
MIMI: We could light the candle
Oh, won't you light the candle?
ROGER: Why don't you forget that stuff?
You look like you're sixteen
MIMI: I'm nineteen, but I'm old for my age
I'm just born to be bad
ROGER: I once was born to be bad
I used to shiver like that
MIMI: I have no heat, I told you
ROGER: I used to sweat
MIMI: I got a cold
ROGER: Uh huh, I used to be a junkie
MIMI: But now and then I like to...
ROGER: Uh huh
MIMI: Feel good
ROGER: Oh, here it...
MIMI: What's that?
ROGER: It's a candy bar wrapper
MIMI: We could light the candle
Oh, what'd you do with my candle?
ROGER: That was my last match
MIMI: Our eyes'll adjust
Thank God for the moon
ROGER: Maybe it's not the moon at all
I hear Spike Lee's shooting down the street
MIMI: Bah humbug, bah humbug
ROGER: Cold hands...
MIMI: Yours too
Big, like my father's
Do you wanna dance?
ROGER: With you?
MIMI: No, with my father
ROGER: I'm Roger
MIMI: They call me, they call me...
Mimi