I am at the opera
I don't like the opera
But he loves the opera
And I love him
I follow the libretto
I follow the conductor
When I follow the plot
My head begins to spin
I don't understand a word
Even when it's English
Everyone around me says
This is divine
I don't like the opera
But look I'm at the opera
It's a good thing
He can't read my mind.
(Yes, he's a wonderful Parsifal
And she's the best Tundra I've ever seen)
Look at me I'm skiing
When I do not like skiing
But he loves skiing
And I love him
I rent the boots and poles
I shiver in the cold
I'm charging down the mountain
Risking life and limb
There's no exhilaration
I am only feeling terrified
Everyone around me's having
Such a great time
I do not like skiing
But look at me I'm skiing
It's a good thing
He can't read my mind.
(Yes, exhilarating is just the very word
I was thinking of... scared of heights?
Oh no, not me)
I am not complaining
I'm just making observations
Expanding your horizons
Is a sign of maturation
Now I tolerate cigars
'Cause he's a smoker
I'm playing chess
Though I confess
Sometimes I long for poker.
I am eating sushi
When I do not like sushi
But he loves sushi
And I love him
I'm poking with a chopstick
At a living breathing fish stick
Oh my God!
I think it's trying to swim
Some say eating sushi
Is like chewing on your own cheek
Or sucking down a bucketful
Of tentacled slime
I do not like sushi
But look I'm eating sushi
It's a good thing
He can't read my mind.
(Yes, this is a very interesting texture
What is it? Ohhhhh...)
So if you see me in the sushi bar
See me in the mezzanine
See me on a ski slope
Looking scared
Hey don't feel sorry for me
I must be in love
Why in the hell else
Would I be there?
Before I met him life was dull
I never took any chances
Now I leap at every opportunity I find
I do not like sushi
I do not like skiing or the opera
Maybe I will in time
Maybe I will in time
(Seconds? Sure I'd love some
Mmmmmmm, yum!)