Andrew Lloyd Webber
Turning
Turning to my left, the news was grim
I had no wish to talk to him
He was loud, and thought he mattered
Turning to my right was just as bad
She was diamonds, but sad
And badly needed to be flattered
If, however, I look straight ahead
Past the bottles, white and red
An angel sat at dinner
When I caught her eye, this angel smiled
I was charmed, I was beguiled
I knew I had to win her
All at once, my eyes turned steamy blue
I was handsome, six-foot-two
A Grecian god prepared for action
Convеrsation stopped on every sidе
Forty mouths fell open wide
I was now the main attraction
I ignored them all, their protests, too
I had only thoughts of you
As I leapt across the table
Swept you off your feet and through the door
And, having worked it out before
Took you to my private stable
I love you, I cried as we rode away
I love you, you sighed in your perfect way
On we flew, chasing a golden [?]
All we desired would be [?]
When we reached my castle on the hill
All the world was hushed and still
Save the silver of your laughter
I could tell without a word from you
That you felt the magic, too
We'd be happy everafter
I love you
How very real it seems
You love me
One of my crazy dreams
Take me now
I replied, Of course
But first
Let me off the horse
Then we spoke of all we'd left behind
Would our host and hostess mind
That we'd left the party early?
Chasing [?] such matters from our heads
We fell towards the bed
Then you said your name was Shirley
Shirley!