Well, Into the Woods has been mentioned, and I'm sure something from Sweeney Todd is going to make an appearance here eventually, so I'll pick some other stuff:
My body's all right--
But not in perspective and not in the light.
I'm bound to be chilly and feel a buffoon,
But nightshirts are silly in mid-afternoon.
Which leaves the suggestive, but how to proceed?
Although she gets restive, perhaps I could read.
In view of her penchant for something romantic,
De Sade is to trenchant and Dickens too frantic,
And Stendhal would ruin the plan of attack,
As there isn't much blue in "The Red and the Black."'
De Maupassant's candor would cause her dismay,
The Brontes are grander but not very gay,
Her taste is much blander, I'm sorry to say,
But is Hans Christian Andersen ever risque?
- Stephen Sondheim, "Now"
******
She can be white
She can be brown
She's always easy
Goin' down, goin' down
She don't care - What I look like
Or how I dress
She never says, "no"
Always says, "yes"
Sugar, she's refined
For a small price
She blows my mind
- Jonathan Larson, "Sugar"
Updated On: 8/31/04 at 10:15 AM
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