Lyrics Too Much in Love to Care - Andrew Lloyd Webber , Judy Kuhn , George Hearn

I had a telegram from Artie
Is something wrong?
He wants me to come out to Tennessee
He says it would only cost two dollars to get married in Clinch
Well, what's stopping you, now we've finished the script

Hey, why are you crying?
You're getting married, isn't that what you wanted?
Not anymore
Don't you love Artie?
Of course I do
I'm just not in love with him anymore, that's all
Why not?
What happened?
You did

When I was a kid
I played on this street
I always loved illusion
I thought make-believe was truer than life
But now it's all confusion

Please can you tell me what's happening?
I just don't know anymore
If this is real
How should I feel?
What should I look for?

If you were smart
You would keep on walking
Out of my life
As fast as you can
I'm not the one
You should pin your hopes on
You're falling for
The wrong kind of man

This is crazy
You know, we should call it a day
Sound advice, great advice
Let's throw it away

I can't control
All the things I'm feeling
I haven't got a prayer
If I'm a fool
Well, I'm too much in love to care

I knew where I was
I'd given up hope
Made friends with disillusion
No one in my life
But I look at you
And now it's all confusion

Please can you tell me what's happening?
I just don't know anymore
If this is real
How should I feel?
What should I look for?

I thought I had everything I needed
My life was set
My dreams were in place
My heart could see way into the future
All of that goes when I see your face
I should hate you
There I was, the world in my hand
Can one kiss, kiss away
Everything I planned?

I can't control all the things I'm feeling
I'm floating in midair
I know it's wrong but I'm too much in love to care

I thought I had everything I needed
My life was set
My dreams were in place
My heart could see way into the future
All of that goes when I see your face
This is crazy
You know we should call it a day

Sound advice
Great advice
Let's throw it away

I can't control all the things I'm feeling
We're floating in midair
If we are fools
Well, we're too much in love to care
If we are fools
Well, we're too much in love to care

What's the matter there, Max?
You waiting to wash the car?
Please be careful when you cross the patio
Madame may be watching
Suppose I tiptoe up the back stairs and get undressed in the dark, will that do it?
It's just that I am greatly worried about Madame
Well, we're not helping her any, feeding her lies, more lies
What happens when she finds out they're not going to make her picture?
She never will, that is my job
I made her a star and I will never let her be destroyed

You made her a star?
I directed all her early pictures
In those days, there were three young directors who showed promise
D.W. Griffith, Cecil B. DeMille and
Max von Mayerling
That's right