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No. 7 - Duet - Millicent and Meebles - "Real Romance"
| Millicent: | All my life through I have yearn'd for romance, To cheer and to comfort my soul; Ah! sad to say It has not come my way. |
| Meebles: | Did Cook ever order the coal? |
| Millicent: | Often romance seems to whisper to me, In vain for its joys I am seeking; Where does it dwell? Oh, I wish I could tell... |
| Meebles: | The tap in the bathroom's been leaking! |
| Millicent: | Ah, ah, ah, |
| Meebles: | Ah, ah, ah! |
| Millicent: | Real romance! True romance! How does one reach its abode? |
| Meebles: | You'd better ask the policeman Just at the end of the road (by the pillar box.) |
| Millicent: | Others may Find the way, I never get any chance; Sometimes with passion provoking, I feel I'm choking, |
| Meebles: | P'r'aps, dear, the chimney's been smoking, |
| Millicent: | Is that romance? |
| Millicent: | Often romance may elude you for years, But some day will come sure enough; Then, I suppose, Life is couleur de rose: |
| Meebles: | Those kidney's at breakfast were tough! |
| Millicent: | Then in your heart is delirious joy, And rapturous visions come closer Ah, think of this! I should swoon with such bliss... |
| Meebles: | No sugar this week from the grocer! |
| Millicent: | Ah, ah, ah, |
| Meebles: | Ah, ah, ah! |
| Millicent: | Real romance, True romance! It may arrive unawares; |
| Meebles: | P'r'aps it will come in a taxi, Or you may meet on the stairs Of the Bakerloo. |
| Millicent: | Though as yet We've not met, Someday I may get the chance, I feel my bosom with throbs stir, My soul with sobs stir... |
| Meebles: | You've had two helpings of lobster: |
| Millicent: | Is that romance? |
| Millicent: | Spasms of hope that are vague, oh! Through me each day go. |
| Meebles: | You've got a touch of lumbago. |
| Millicent: | Is that romance? |
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