Trouble Oh, trouble, set me free I have seen your face And it's too much, too much for me Trouble Oh, trouble, can't you see? You're eatin' my heart away And there's nothin' much left of me I have drank your wine You have made your world mine So, won't you be fair? So, won't you be fair? I don't want more of you So, won't you be kind to me? Just let me go where I'll have to go there Trouble Oh, trouble, move away I have seen your face And it's too much for me today Trouble Oh, trouble, can't you see? You have made me a wreck Now, won't you leave me in my misery? I have seen your eyes I can see death's disguise Hangin' on me Hangin' on me I am beat, I'm torn Shattered and tossed and worn Too shocking to see Too shocking to see Trouble Oh, trouble, move from me I have paid my debt Now, won't you leave me in my misery? Trouble Oh, trouble, please be kind I don't want no fight And I haven't got a lot of time

Funny girl You look so unassuming right up until The room you're captivating starts to fill With gut-busting laughter You're transformed into a five-foot Cleopatra Funny girl Your schedule's pretty crazy, doing interviews For the new live action Kathy Could you pencil in an industry outsider? Yeah, you're young, but baby, you're not getting younger Funny girl For once your timing wasn't great I must have missed you by a day But baby, things have turned out pretty good this way I don't think either of us yearns to share the stage Funny girl You seem pretty indifferent, but you knocked me out When you charmed the pants off Letterman Oh, I wish you'd flash that manic smile in my direction And let me lead you to your seat, like we were old friends Funny girl

One side says "Y'all go to hell." The other says "If I believed in God, I'd send you there." But either way we make some space In the hell that we create On both sides One side says "Kill 'em all." The other says "Line those killers up against the wall." But either way some blood is shed Thanks to our cooperation On both sides On both sides One side says "Man, take what's yours!" The other says "Live on no more than you can afford." But either way we just possess And everyone ends up with less On both sides On both sides

Simone writes little love, much consequence Lest the theatre's how you pay the rent A new work of some semi-memoir sits Inside the weekend book editors desk And while they have not mentioned it She must watch roses get thrown at less Oh, the indignity It was just the thing for their Q4 "Deeply funny" was the rave refrain It was just the thing for their Q4 It'll be on stands before the holidays Her sister was not much long for this world She danced as if a dancer danced, as if As if she had a body to sustain As if an audience to entertain This ironic distance kept her sane While her vessel sailed away It was all very literary And the truth was It was just the thing for their Q4 What's "deeply funny" mean anyhow? It was just the thing for their Q4 These are the stories that we need right now How could she compete? (I'm sure she wouldn't mind) With a memory such as she (but who else than I) Leigh died so many months ago (could write the story of her life?) "By now this tragedy's my own" Oh-o-oh-oh It was just the thing for their Q4 "Deeply funny" was the rave refrain It was just the thing for their Q4 It'll be on stands before the holidays It was just the thing for their Q4 The film adaptation was a total mess It was just the thing for their Q4 'Til she was outed for her privilege It was just a thing for their Q4 Can't see her brother now unsupervised It was just the thing for their Q4 Her family switched care right when she inquired

There's no need to fear me Darlin', I love you as you are When you're alone I never tried to change you As if I could and if I were to What's the part that I'd miss most? When you're smiling and astride me I can hardly believe I found you And I'm terrified by that I've got nothing to hide from you Kissing my brother in my dreams Or finding God knows in my jeans You see me as I am, it's true Aimless, fake drifter And the horny man-child Momma's boy to boot That's how you live free Truly see and be seen