Letra You Must Meet My Wife de Stephen Sondheim original
Fredrik> She lightens my sadness, She livens my days, She bursts with a kind of madness My well-ordered ways. My happiest mistake, the ache of my life: You must meet my wife. She bubbles with pleasure, She glows with surprise, Disrupts my accustomed leisure And ruffles my ties. I don't know even now quite how it began. You must meet my wife, my Anne. One thousand whims to which I give in, Since her smallest tear turns me ashen. I never dreamed that I could live in So completely demented, contented a fashion. So sunlike, so winning, So unlike a wife. I do think that I'm beginning To show signs of life. Don't ask me how at my age one still can grow-- If you met my wife, you'd know. Desiree (speaking):> Dear Fredrik, I'm just longing to meet her. Sometime. Fredrik> She sparkles... Desiree> How pleasant. Fredrik> She twinkles... Desiree> How nice. Fredrik> Her youth is a sort of present-- Desiree> Whatever the price. Fredrik> The incandescent--what?--the-- Desiree (offering a cigarette):> Light? Fredrik> --of my life. You must meet my wife. Desiree> Yes, I must. I really must. Now-- Fredrik> She flutters. Desiree> How charming. Fredrik> She twitters. Desiree> My word! Fredrik> She floats. Desiree> Isn't that alarming? What is she, a bir