Christopher Hampton - The Perfect Year lyrics

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Christopher Hampton - The Perfect Year lyrics

[NORMA] Ring out the old Ring in the new A midnight wish To share with you Your lips are warm My head is light Were we alive before tonight? I don't need a crowded ballroom Everything I want is here If you're with me Next year will be The perfect year [JOE] Before we play Some dangerous game Before we fan Some harmless flame We have to ask if this is wise And if the game is worth the prize With this wine and with this music How can anything be clear? Let's wait and see It may just be The perfect year [NORMA] It's New Year's Eve And hopes are high Dance one year in Kiss one goodbye Another chance, another start So many dreams to tease the heart We don't need a crowded ballroom Everything we want is here And face to face We will embrace The perfect year We don't need a crowded ballroom Everything we want is here And face to face We will embrace The perfect year [JOE, spoken] So, what time are they supposed to get here? [NORMA, spoken] Who? [JOE, spoken] The other guests [NORMA, spoken] There are no other guests. Just you and me. I'm in love with you. Surely you know that [JOE, spoken] Norma, I - [NORMA, spoken] We'll have a wonderful time next year. I'll have the pool filled up for you. I'll open up my house in Malibu, and you can have the whole ocean. I have enough money to buy us anything we want [JOE, spoken] Cut out that "us" business [NORMA, spoken] What's the matter with you? [JOE, spoken] What right do you have to take me for granted? [NORMA, spoken] What right? Do you want me to tell you? [JOE, spoken] Norma, what I am trying to say is that I am the wrong guy for you. You need a big shot, someone with polo ponies, a Valentino - [NORMA, spoken] What you're trying to say is, you don't want me to love you. Say it! Say it! (NORMA slaps JOE) [JOE, spoken] Max. Get me a taxi [JOE] I had to get out I needed to be with people my own age To hear the sound of laughter And mix with hungry actors Underemployed composers Nicotine-poisoned writers Real people Real problems Having a really good time