Andrew Lloyd Webber - Manipulation lyrics

(murray's club, the summer of the following year. the topless dancers has gained a new performer: mandy rice-davies, sixteen, a pert, attractive blonde Ward sits at his usual table for four with a new acquaintance, a stocky russian in naval uniform, captain eugene ivanov, thirty-seven. a nearby table seats three men, ronnie and reggie kray, twins in their late twenties, and lord "bob" boothby. further away is a chunky forty-year-old with a very young girl: he's peter rachman.) {ward} This is a world Where there's all kinds of pressures Where everybody's anxious And despеrate for remediеs I use my hands to alleviate suffering Slowly but surely, i massage your cares away Aches and pains and fractures and sprains Manipulation - that's what i do Lumps and knots and bruises and clots Manipulation {mandy} Doesn't sound very nice {ward} It isn't Take a look At everyone here Manipulation That's what they do I stretch limbs And they stretch the truth Manipulation (he smiles and lights a cigarette, not offering one to anybody. christine sips at her vodka, makes a face.) {christine} Never fancied russia much {ivanov} Russia is beautiful, and home of greatest social experiment in history! {christine} Wouldn't suit me at all {ivanov} So, important to make friends, russia and west. otherwise... (makes a sound and gesture signifying a massive explosion.) {mandy} (to ward) What did you mean about manipulation?(?) {ward} You've heard of the kray twins?(?) {mandy} Sort of {ward} Well, there they are Two of the most powerful men in london {mandy} But what do they do? {ward} They're gangsters They have the police and the politicians in their pocket. even harold macmillan, did he but know it {mandy} Who? {ward} (pause) Harold macmillan, dear? The prime minister? (he draws on his cigarette, as mandy discreetly stares at the twins.) {ward} There at that table The kray twins are plotting With ronnie's new boyfriend Lord boothby of aberdeen Also the lover of lady macmillan Who we must assume Is close to the prime minister Ron and reggie want something done Bob boothby breathes in lady m's ear Lady m sleeps with the pm Manipulation - it's right here Every table there's someone at it (he points at a table in the back.) That chap in the savile row suit That's charlie clore, the entrepreneur Built the hilton Mad about sex {mandy} Didn't they just make him a sir? {ward} Yes, but he was not at all pleased Lord clore's more what he had in mind {mandy} Bloody hell, the people you know! Don't suppose he's the marrying kind? (ward points over to rachman's table.) {ward} That fat fellow Rachman's his name Owns two-thirds Of notting hill gate He's the king Of bedsitter-land Manipulation I only try To manipulate bodies I try to put people together and rescue them I don't approve of exploiting the vulnerable Lining your pockets from other men's weaknesses Everywhere, wherever you look Manipulation rearing its head London life, there is no escape Manipulation {mandy} I know what you're talking about Manipulation, just like you said I spent every evening with men Trying to sweet-talk me into bed {ward, mandy and christine} Everywhere, wherever you look Manipulation rearing its head London life, there is no escape Manipulation Everywhere, wherever you look Manipulation rearing its head London life, there is no escape Manipulation Til you're dead