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by ParaKiss_Groupie » Sat Dec 20, 2003 9:34 pm
Yay! I got it! Oh, but now I have to think of a song.... *thinks*
Here ya go. It's a showtune, so if you can't name the artist, just name the play/movie it's in, and the title.
"Here she is, boys! Here she is, world! Here's Rose!!
Curtain up! Light the lights! Play it, boys!
You either got it, or you aint--
And, boys, I got it! You like it?
Well, I got it!
Some people got it and make it pay,
Some people can't even give it away.
This people's got it, and this people's spreadin' it around.
You either have it-- or you've had it.
Hello, everybody, my name's Rose. What's yours?
How d'ya like them egg rolls, Mr. Goldstone?
Hold your hats and hallelujah!
Mama's gonna show it to ya!
Ready or not, here comes Momma!
Momma's talking' loud, Momma's doin' fine,
Momma's getting' hot, Momma's going' strong,
Momma's movin' on, Momma's all alone,
Momma doesn't care, Momma's lettin' loose,
Momma's got the stuff, Momma's lettin' go--
Momma....
Momma....
Momma's got the stuff, Momma's got to move,
Momma's got to go...
Momma...
Momma...
Momma's gotta let go!
Why did I do it? What did it get me?
Scrapbooks full of me in the background!
Give 'em love and what does it get you?
What does it get you?
One quick look as each of 'em leaves you!
All your life and what does it get you?
Thanks a lot, and out with the garbage!
They take bows and you're battin' zero.
I had a dream...
I dreamt it for you, June.
It wasn't for me, Herbie.
And if it wasn't for me!
Then where would you be?!
Miss Gypsy Rose Lee!
Well, someone tell me, when is it my turn?
Don't I get a dream for myself?
Startin' now it's gonna be my turn!
Gangway, world, get offa my runway!
Startin' now I bat a thousand!
This time, boys, I'm taking the bows and
Everything's coming up Rose!
Everything's coming up Roses!
Everything's coming up Roses!
This--- time--- for--- me!!
For me...
For me...
For me...
For me...
For me...
For me!!!"
Good luck!
"I loved you. I was a pentapod monster, but I love you. I was despicable and brutal and turpid, mais je t'aimais, je t'aimais. And there were times when I knew how you felt, and it was hell to know it. My Lolita girl, brave Dolly Schuller."
--Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita