Second Letter Home (Live)

Lyrics
[EMMA] Mum, I know you'll think I'm potty But at last I think I've found him He's young but he's mature And you will love him, I can tell He says one day we'll marry And I don't think I should rush him But if he gets his skates on We can have some kids as well There are lots of things I miss, mum No one makes a normal sandwich You need Goliath's mouth to eat The ones New Yorkers buy I long to find a drink That hasn't got an ice cube in it And for a sip of Tizer I swear I would gladly die He lives down in Greenwich Village That's a trendy part of New York He shares a loft with an attorney With the unlikely name of Dwight I know in Muswell Hill, mum This might sound a bit peculiar But down in Greenwich Village This sort of thing's alright
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Credits
- Writers
- Andrew Lloyd Webber
- Don Black