(Song title from “Sweeney Todd, The Demon Barber Of Fleet Street” by Stephen Sondheim & Hugh Wheeler)
Everywhere I look I see pretty women,
Rushing and dashing in the rain,
Like a fish that’s lost and swimming,
I hope to meet one of these women again.
The pretty women never catch my eye,
They always pass me by,
The pretty women never catch my eye,
Although I make attempts and try,
The pretty women never catch my eye.
Everywhere I look I see pretty women,
Rushing and dashing in the sun,
Like a cloud in the wind; dreaming,
Just like yesterday, still I am left with none.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 10:56 AM UTC
(Song title from “Sweeney Todd, The Demon Barber Of Fleet Street” by Stephen Sondheim & Hugh Wheeler)
Everywhere I look I see pretty women,
Rushing and dashing in the rain,
Like a fish that’s lost and swimming,
I hope to meet one of these women again.
The pretty women never catch my eye,
They always pass me by,
The pretty women never catch my eye,
Although I make attempts and try,
The pretty women never catch my eye.
Everywhere I look I see pretty women,
Rushing and dashing in the sun,
Like a cloud in the wind; dreaming,
Just like yesterday, still I am left with none.
written in 2009
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