A Boy Like That I Have Love - Leonard Bernstein & New York Philharmonic

I heard somebody speak her name They said she was still looking fine And I could feel that same old flame I once felt when she was mine Always thought that I was missing something But I found out much too late There'll never be another who'll love me that way I'd like to have that one back I've never known someone so true And a love that pure and sweet is one a man should never lose And if my lips had said I'm sorry She might have stopped right in her tracks But now I find my poor heart saying I'd like to have that one back I can almost see her standing there, tears rolling down her face As she packed away her memories in that old worn-out suitcase If I'd only known then what I know now I'd never opened that door Oh, they just don't make hearts like hers anymore I'd like to have that one back Never known someone so true And a love so pure and sweet is one a man should never lose And if my lips had said I'm sorry She might have stopped right in her tracks I wouldn't hear my poor heart saying I'd like to have that one back I wouldn't hear my poor heart saying I'd like to have that one back

A boy like that who'd kill your brother Forget that boy and find another One of your own kind Stick to your own kind A boy like that will give you sorrow You'll meet another boy tomorrow One of your own kind Stick to your own kind A boy who kills cannot love A boy who kills has no heart But he's the boy who gets your love and gets your heart Very smart, Maria, very smart A boy like that wants one thing only And when he's done, he'll leave you lonely He'll murder your love He murdered mine Just wait and see Just wait, Maria Just wait and see Oh, no, Anita, no, Anita, no It isn't true, not for me It's true for you, not for me I hear your words And in my head I know they're smart But my heart, Anita, but my heart Knows they're wrong You should know better You were in love, or so you said You should know better I have a love and it's all that I have Right or wrong, what else can I do? I love him, I'm his And everything he is I am, too I have a love and it's all that I need Right or wrong, and he needs me too I love him, we're one There's nothing to be done Not a thing I can do But hold him, hold him forever Be with him now, tomorrow, and all of my life When love comes so strong There is no right or wrong Your love is your life

The Neighborhood - The months before (The opening, half danced half mimed, is a Condensationof the growing rivalry between Two teenage gangs. The Sharks are Puerto Ricans, The Jets an anthology of whatis called 'American'. The Jets want to hold on to their territory And clean out the Sharks in a rumble.)