Joanna Green - The Nausea Before the Game/Love Me For What I Am lyrics

["The Nausea Before the Game"] [MARVIN] It's the nausea before the game And the pain that won't subside in winter It's the knees that threaten to go bad The body that you thought you had, that lied It's the scores that go unanswered and unsatisfied: The growing up, the falling down The throwing up, the shame The silent prayers, the nausea The game It's anxiety when you recall Girls who touch you when you're walking down the hall Nausea before the game Nausea before the game [LADIES] It's the promise of a perfect life A perfect house A perfect wife she'll be [MARVIN] It's the promise of a perfect star Who's me [ALL] The growing up, the falling down The throwing up, the shame The silent prayers, the nausea The game [MARVIN] The sneaking in, the pa**ing out And where to place the blame The dying swans, the nausea The game [ALL] Nananananan nausea Nahoodyooayahsoblue Nanananananausea Nanananananausea [MARVIN] Hut! [LADIES] Pray for him [MARVIN] Hut! [LADIES] Pray for us all [MARVIN] Hut! [LADIES] But pray for the boy With the ball [MARVIN] There is something lacking in my play There are rules I must not be aware of If I touch her breast, would she applaud? Would she protest? Appeal to God? And weep? If I touch her would she let me fall Asleep? I touch her eyes, her lips are warm Her nose is much the same We're waiting for the whistle sound She strokes my head and turns around I hear my name Then NAUSEA The game... ["Love Me For What I Am"] [HIS WIFE] I met a man In the can Wouldn't you know he was going my way? We talked till four He talked more I was afraid I'd turn and say: "Love me what I am Not what I try to be Love me what I am, I am... Someone imperfectly me." The lights were low Don't you know He gave a phony home address Then, after weeks Guess who speaks: "Darling," he says, and I say "Yes Love me for what I am Not what I try to be Love me what I am, I am... A person who likes to lie too much I try to much To impress other people Often my inferiors." [WIFE] “Could you like a girl like that? Could you like a girl like that? Would you hold her in your arms? Could you like a girl like that? Could you like a girl like that? Could you like a girl like that?" [TEACHER] Love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love [SWEETHEART] A person who likes to lie too much. I try too much to impress other people, often my inferiors [HIS WIFE] We lay in bed He plays dead I play a game with sound and light Don't need a quiz I'm all his "Darling," he says, "we might survive the night Love me for what I am Not what I try to be Love me for what I am, I am Someone imperfectly me Someone imperfectly me."