Sarah Brightman - Let Me Finish

Just what time of night do you call this?


No, I’m not all right.  I’ve said this before


but you haven’t heard.


Let me finish, I said let me finish.


(How long did it take before you rung the doorbell?)


Hair’s combed, and your ties a little too perfect.


No more alibis, no more stupid lies, what a fool I’ve been!


Let me finish, I said let me finish.


Wait a minute you’ll get your turn,


it’s not often I get the chance to talk.


It’s getting harder to hide that I’m no spring chicken.


Forever’s not as long as it used to be.


Never thought I would ever say,


keep Manhattan, give me Muswell Hill.


Sick of looking at your fair-off sweaters


and your constant sneezing when the pollens high.


(No I don’t want a drink.)  Not yet.


I’ve rehearsed these next lines for ages.


Why do I feel cold?


I suppose it’s nerves.  I don’t need a drink.


It’s not the end of the world if you lose me!


I’ve made up my mind, I think that I have.


I don’t care if the neighbors hear!


You always say us British are too reserve.


I somehow hope that you would tell me


you’ve found somebody else, not now.


Let me finish.


You’ll get your chance to call me a child.


I don’t want to hurt you.  Stop screaming.


It hurts when I hurt you.


Face facts, you and I are simply not suited.


I want kids.  You won’t even talk about them.


Please don’t.  I must not be talked into staying.


 











		
			



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