Lyrics

[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.)