PHOEBE: An oyster shell itself is unassuming But look inside You'll find a pearl The man who otherwise is unpresuming May share the same blood As an earl Do not dismiss a woman of position She can be tenderhearted Have no doubt The world would be in awfully good condition If we could all live Inside out Though belladonna is my favourite flower I love its shape And its perfume You'd likely join the angels in an hour Should you ingest Its rather deadly bloom The man who seems a paragon of virtue May be a scoundrel Better versed in sin There would be many fewer who could hurt you If we could all live Outside in And everyone you'd meet On any London street If they be sweet or horrid It would show I would be overjoyed The heartache I'd avoid If I could look at you And know And when I meet the man for whom I'm fated I'll know the one I've waited for is he For he will find these wealthy trappings overrated And he will see what no one sees in me A girl who reads the classics a(aaaaaaaa)nd the sonnets Who needs no folderol to fill her cup A girl who thinks a bit beyond her bonnets He'll be of gentle heart And good renown He'll be the most admired man in town He'll take a world that's mostly upside down And turn it right side up If we lived inside out MONTY: Or even outside in BOTH: The change in how we see would be immense PHOEBE: If we lived right side left MONTY: Or even left side right PHOEBE: Back side front MONTY: Or front side back BOTH: Would shed a better light Black might just be white Day might just be night If we knew the truth about each other on sight PHOEBE: The world might just make sense [Thanks to Jemima for lyrics] [Thanks to Larry Baum, Izzi for corrections]
PHOEBE:
An oyster shell itself is unassuming
But look inside
You'll find a pearl
The man who otherwise is unpresuming
May share the same blood
As an earl
Do not dismiss a woman of position
She can be tenderhearted
Have no doubt
The world would be in awfully good condition
If we could all live
Inside out
Though belladonna is my favourite flower
I love its shape
And its perfume
You'd likely join the angels in an hour
Should you ingest
Its rather deadly bloom
The man who seems a paragon of virtue
May be a scoundrel
Better versed in sin
There would be many fewer who could hurt you
If we could all live
Outside in
And everyone you'd meet
On any London street
If they be sweet or horrid
It would show
I would be overjoyed
The heartache I'd avoid
If I could look at you
And know
And when I meet the man for whom I'm fated
I'll know the one I've waited for is he
For he will find these wealthy trappings overrated
And he will see what no one sees in me
A girl who reads the classics a(aaaaaaaa)nd the sonnets
Who needs no folderol to fill her cup
A girl who thinks a bit beyond her bonnets
He'll be of gentle heart
And good renown
He'll be the most admired man in town
He'll take a world that's mostly upside down
And turn it right side up
If we lived inside out
MONTY:
Or even outside in
BOTH:
The change in how we see would be immense
PHOEBE:
If we lived right side left
MONTY:
Or even left side right
PHOEBE:
Back side front
MONTY:
Or front side back
BOTH:
Would shed a better light
Black might just be white
Day might just be night
If we knew the truth about each other on sight
PHOEBE:
The world might just make sense
[Thanks to Jemima for lyrics]
[Thanks to Larry Baum, Izzi for corrections]
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