Sweet Charity Page #2

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minute? Got a cigarette for me, mister?

Hey, mister, you speak Spanish?

Hey, tiger, you wanna dance?

A little dance won't hurt you. Come

here, cowboy. Wanna tell you somethin'.

Moshi, moshi, e'kaga desu-ka,

baby? Ooh, you're so tall.

Let's have some fun.

Pssss.

The minute you walked

in the joint

I could see you were

a man of distinction

A real big spender

Good lookin'

So refined

Say, wouldn't you like to know

what's goin' on in my mind

So let me get right

To the point

I don't pop my cork

For every guy I see

Hey, big spender

Spend

A little time with

Me

Me

Do you wanna have fun

Psssss.

How's about a few

Laughs

I can show you a

Good time

Do you wanna have fun

Fun, fun

How's about a few

Fun

Laughs, laughs, laughs

Fun, fun, fun

- I can show you a -

Laughs, laughs - Good time

- Fun - Laughs

- Good time

- Fun - Laughs

- Good time

Fun, laughs, good time

Pssss.

What do you say to a...

How's about a...

Laugh

I could give you some...

Are you ready for some... Fun

How would you like a...

Let me show you a...

Good time

Hey, big spender

Hey, big spender

The minute you walked

in the joint

I could see you were

a man of distinction

A real big spender

Good lookin'

So refined

Say, wouldn't you like to know

what's goin' on in my mind

So let me get right

To the point

I don't pop my cork

For every guy I see

Hey, big spender

Hey, big spender

Hey, big spender

Spend

A little time with

Me

Fun, laughs, good time

Fun, laughs, good time

Fun, laughs, good time

How's about it, palsie?

Yeah!

Hey, Herman.

Huh?

Anybody been askin' for me? Uh-uh.

Face it, honey. Charlie the pusher

ain't comin' anymore.

Gee, what's the matter

with me? What am I?

Ooh, boy, am I stupid.

Boy, am I a pushover.

No, not a pushover exactly.

It's just that you're too...

Well, I don't know.

You just keep on...

Yeah, you're a pushover. If he stole

your purse, why don't you call the cops?

They can always pick him up. Girl, do you know

how many guys are runnin' around this city...

carryin' pocketbooks?

Why'd he do it? Everything

he ever wanted, I bought him:

$11 shirts,

$79 Italian silk suits.

What'd I do wrong?

I'd even get up in the middle of the

night and buy him his meatball sandwiches.

Boy, did he love

those meatball sandwiches.

Well, I have had it

up to here with that creep.

Go, baby, go.

Now you're talkin'.

He can go slip and slide his greasy head

on somebody else's shoulder.

I'm finished!

I'm through, do you hear me?

I'm tired of buyin' him

pointed shoes...

and his trips to Florida

and his three-horse parlays.

Think he is,

shovin' girls into lakes?

Oh, boy, am I through givin'.

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