Look at me- I must be absolutely crazy! How did I ever let it get this far? Look at me! I’m getting deeper into trouble. Am I a woman or a man? Am I a devil or a demon?
Papa was right! I ask too amny questions. He said a soul can get perplexed- I can’t believe what happens next! Papa was right!
It seems this little game I play Becomes more risky ev’ry day.
Tomorrow night, tomorrow night. Under the canopy I’ll stand with her Tomorrow night. And place a ring upon Her hand with her All dressed in white Tomorrow night. I don’t know how this came about But I’ll be wed without a doubt. Oh. my god, I’ve got to get out!
Look at this- The way one lie begets another. Sombody wake me up and say it’s all a dream.
Look how easily I fool them. They may have eyes but they don’t see. They never really look at me. People are blind! How else would ev’ryone believe me? It might be int’resting to know Just how much further I can go.
Tomorrow night, tomorrow night. I can’t believe What I’ll presume to be Tomorrow night. I’m not the bride but I’m the groom to be Tomorrow night. And that’s a monumental trick, I’d better think of something quick. Oh, my god, I’m feeling sick!
I could run away. I could leave without a trace, Go anywhere or any place Where no one knows my face. As a woman or a man? I don’t know, just so I can Run away- run away! I’d be free- I’d be rid of all of this But there’s someone I would miss And being near him is what this is all about. So running away is out!
Papa dear- you dreamed of dancing at my wedding. But something tells me that I’m right You wouldn’t want to dance tonight! Isn’t this a strangely logical solution? Things may not be as thy appear But the advantages are clear: He loves her- she loves him He likes me- I like her And I’ve reason to think she likes me. She keeps him- he keeps her I keep things as they were It’s a perfect arrangements for three! Who’d have ever predicted The moment would come When I’d find myself grateful They’ve kept women dumb! She’s an innocent maiden But then so am i! That’s possible I could get by. Look, I’ve seen the impossible happen before, So maybe, God willing, it’ll happen once more. For I feel like a train on a perilous track, With no way to stop and no way to go back. Like a snowball that’s gathering speed down a hill, Going faster and faster and faster until Tomorrow night, tomorrow night. Even if someone would pray for me Tomorrow night, There’s not a prayer That they could say for me Tomorrow night! Tomorrow night- tomorrow night, Tomorrow night... is now tonight!
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