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letra de dusoleil in jail - michel legrand

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[dusoleil]
when you are the wallman
when you are passepartout
prison regulations
do not apply to you
knowing that you might simply
kiss the place goodbye
makes it kind of tempting to try

if i had to stay here
i’d stay here twenty years
’cause i’m only waiting
til isabelle appears
she’ll have read about me
so i’m sure she’ll pay a call
failing that, i’ll walk through the wall

(madeleine enters.)

[madeleine]
monsieur dusoleil?

[dusoleil]
isabelle?!

[madeleine]
it’s me, madeleine. from the office?
you sat by the door
i sat by thе phone
god, i think my being
would have burst if i had known
who you rеally were
he was really you
sitting by my side there
was the pride of all paree

my passepartout!
i’m feeling feelings
i’ve never felt
i thought my poor frozen little heart would never melt

i used to watch you sitting at your desk
i thought that you were kafkaesque
no personality at all
now my innards burn for you
and shamelessly i yearn for you
to do to me
what you did to the wall

every time i try to type
i start to cry and have to wipe
the tears away
the tears i cannot hide
tear me like an envelope
an object for your hands to open wide
and you will find my heart inside
bend me like a paper clip
but sing of our relationship with pride
i love you!
i need you!
and you need me, too
my master!
my hero!
my passepartout

(claire enters.)

[claire]
monsieur passepartout?

[dusoleil]
isabelle??

[claire]
no, claire! from the office?

i sat on your left
she sat on your right
so i did my best to keep
my feelings out of sight

lonely days and nights
lonely months and years
passion is forbidden
no one noticed all my hidden hopes and fears
and no one guessed
that my ample breast
could conceal such feelings
and yet keep them unexpressed

though i’ve been a slave to my career
stuck at my desk year after year
i’d end it all to be your wife
who knows what the future will be
i could be your slave, your trilby
i need a svengali in my life

living in my fantasy
and longing for a man to see
the real me i had to hide from view
people think i’m on the shelf
but no – i chose to keep myself
immaculate for somebody like you

that is why i stayed a virgin
waiting for a soul to merge into

i love you!

[madeleine]
i love you!

[claire]
i need you!

[madeleine]
i need you!

[both]
and you need me, too

[claire]
my secret

[madeleine]
my secret

[claire]
obsession

[madeleine]
obsession

[claire]
oh, my

[madeleine]
my

[claire]
my

[madeleine]
my

[claire]
my

[madeleine]
my

[claire]
my

[madeleine]
my

[both]
my
passepartout!

(policemen drag both women off

dusolei escapes. the painter tells him to run, but dusoleil is determined to tell isabelle he loves her.)

- michel legrand

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