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