Lyrics Why Does She Love Me? - Andrew Lloyd Webber

One more!

Ah, buddy don't ya think you've had enough?
It's practically morning already!

One more I said

Alright, alright. My shift is over anyway
So let's settle the bill, ok?
Geez, you're in a bad way, ain't ya?
Worst than most that wind up here
Ah, here's the morning shift
Maybe he'll know what to do with you

Yes... yes what to do with me... that's the question, isn't it?
That's always been the question
Ever since the beginning

She looks for sympathy
I give her sorrow
She asks for honesty
I've none to borrow

She needs my tender kiss
She begs it of me
I give her ugliness
Why does she love me?

She yearns for higher things
Things I can't give her
The rush that music brings
I can't deliver

And even when she sings
And soars above me
I try to clip her wings
Why does she love me?

One more drink, sir
That's what I need
Don't you think, sir?
Leave the hurt behind

Did you hear me? Another drink

She wants the man I was
Husband and father
At least she thinks she does
She needn't bother

Beneath this mask I wear
There's nothing of me
Just horror, shame, despair
Why does she love me?

How about you sir?
Tell me, what am I to do sir
Leave the hurt behind

Morning Bernie! Coffee please!
Hurry up before I freeze!
I'll just take it black

Vicomte! Fancy meeting you here

Miss Giry

Drowning your sorrows, are you?

On the contrary, I'm celebrating a reunion with old friends
Friends I had long thought dead and buried
And you?

Me? I'm in for a swim

This town is coarse and cold and mean
It's hard to keep your conscience clean
Faceless in the crowd
Anything's allowed

And so I come at dawn each day
Come to wash it all away
Sink into the sea
Blue and cool and kind
Let it set me free
Let the past unwind
Leave the hurt behind

Miss Giry...

What do you think will happen Vicomte, at the concert?
Have you thought?
When he hears her sing again... when she sings

Ah, Miss Giry, I wish I knew
But I'm afraid her music has always been somewhat of a mystery to me

But there's more to this than the music, monsieur!
Believe me! I saw it!
There's something I... I don't know!
Just take her away! Now! For all our sakes

Sail across the sea
Put us out of mind
Close you eyes and flee
Let yourself stay blind

What do you mean? What are you talking about!?

Trust me, monsieur! Don't let her sing!
Once he gets into her soul
There's nothing she won't do for him

Leave this place behind!

Miss Giry! Miss Giry!
He's not Mephistopheles you know!
When it comes down to it
He's just another circus freak