(Song title from “The Best Little ******* In Texas” by Carol Hall)

Twenty four hours of lovin’,
Twenty four hours of passion,
In bed,
In the bath,
Morning to moon,
Moon to light,
In the bath,
In bed,
Twenty four hours of passion,
Twenty four hours of lovin’.

(Song title from “The Rocky Horror Show” by Richard O’Brien)

That moment after making love,
Where time stands still,
All is calm and bliss and glee fill the air,
Flood the air like gold pouring down a shelf,
Magical,
That moment of peace trapped in a time warp,
That moment after making love,
That moment in her arms.

(Song title from “Sunset Boulevard” by Lloyd Webber, Black, Hampton and Powers)

I wonder how it feels to have the perfect year,
Full of love and comfort, laughter and cheer,
Without crying and without shame,
No anguish and no pain,
Safe from the thunder and the rain.

I wonder how it feels to have the perfect year,
Full of joy and smiles, sunshine and cheer,
Without anger and without hurt,
No coldness and no dirt,
Safe from storms: no need to revert.

(Song title from “The Sound Of Music” by Rodgers and Hammerstein)

They have called me cruel and evil,
And their words drove daggers to my spine,
I feel the pain as my blood is shed,
Dare to do something good this time.

(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.

(Song title from “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat” by Lloyd Webber and Rice)

When you died I couldn’t cope,
The pain was clearly there,
I was empty as a barrel,
Feeling the cold of your armchair.

The warmth that you brought,
Vanished and faded away,
In the flicker of an eyelid,
Made me wish for another day.

Now you’re high above the clouds,
One more angel in heaven on high,
And I know you’ll watch over me,
In every second that passes me by.

(Song title from “Cats” by Lloyd Webber, Nunn and Eliot)

I recall the day the sun faded with golden haze,
Leaving a mist of inner peace upon the sky,
The clouds’ lining of silver were bright fire-red; ablaze,
This is a memory that haunts me and I begin to cry,
The horsemen of the apocalypse sent me to a daze,
I reminisce in fear about the day I thought I’d die.