Music: Narobiew
Arranger: Narobiew
There are certain shades of limelight that can wreck a girl's complexion
They'll have the rope up at every saloon in town
I'll tell you what you do for me, darling
When you get back to town
I want you to call up the New York Times or whoever you call
I want you to mail me a list of the 50 richest men in Brazil
The 50 richest
Holly, I'm not going to let you do this
You're not going to let me
Holly, I'm in love with you
So what?
So what? So plenty
I love you. You belong to me
No
People don't belong to people
Of course they do
I'm not gonna let anyone put me in a cage
I don't want to put you in a cage. I want to love you
It's the same thing
No, it's not
Holly
I'm not Holly
I'm not Lula Mae, either. I don't know who I am
I'm like a cat, here
We're a couple of no-name slobs. We belong to nobody
And nobody belongs to us. We don't even belong to each other.
Stop the cab
What do you think?
This ought to be the right kind of place for a tough guy like you
Garbage cans, rats galore
Scram!
I said take off! Beat it!
Let's go
You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are?
You're chicken. You've got no guts
You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact."
People do fall in love
People do belong to each other
Because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness
You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing
And you're terrified somebody's going to stick you in a cage
Well, baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself.
And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somaliland
It's wherever you go.
Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself