Evita Page #3

I've said that

I don't care

That I'm immune to gloom

That I'm hard through and through

But every time it matters

All my words desert me

So anyone can hurt me

And they do.

- So what happens now?

- Another suitcase in another hall.

- So what happens now?

- Take your picture off another wall.

- Where am I going to?

- You'll get by, you always have before.

Where am I going to?

Call in three months time

And I'll be fine

I know

Well, maybe not that fine

But I'll survive anyhow

I won't recall the names and places

Of each sad occasion

But that's no consolation

Here and now.

- So what happens now?

- Another suitcase in another hall.

- So what happens now?

- Take your picture off another wall.

- Where am I going to?

- You'll get by you always have before.

Where am I going to?

Don't ask any more.

Good night and thank you, whoever

She's in every magazine

Been photographed, seen

She is known

We don't like to rush

but your case has been packed

If she's missed anything

you could give her a ring

But she won't always answer the phone

Oh, but it's sad when a love affair dies

But we have pretended enough

It's best that we both

stop fooling ourselves

Which means...!

There is no one, no one at all

Never has been and never will be a lover,

male or female

Who hasn't an eye on

In fact they rely on tricks

they can try on their partner

They're hoping their lover

will help them or keep them

Support them, promote them

Don't blame them

You're the same

Good night and thank you, Emilio

You've completed your task

What more can we ask of you now?

Please sign the book

on the way out the door

And that will be all.

If she needs you, she'll call

But I don't think that's likely somehow

Oh, but it's sad when a love affair dies

But when we were hot

we were hot

I know you'll look back

on the good times we shared

Which means...!

There is no one, no one at all

Never has been

and never will be a lover

Male or female

Who hasn't an eye on.

In fact they rely on

Tricks they can try on their partner

They're hoping their lover

Will help them or keep them

Support them, promote them

Don't blame her

You're the same

There is no soap

No soap like Zaz

No detergent, lotion or oil

With such power

In the shower

It's the mother and father

Of luxury lather

The talk of the bath

The great ointment

One little frolic

With new Zaz carbolic

You're scented

You'll be sent

Good night and thank you, Senor Jabn

We are grateful

You found her a spot on the sound radio

We'll think of you

every time she's on the air

We'd love you to stay

but you'd be in the way

So do up your trousers and go

Oh, but it's sad when a love affair dies

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