Original Broadway Cast of Violet, Colin Donnell, Joshua Henry, Sutton Foster - All to Pieces lyrics
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[Original Broadway Cast of Violet, Colin Donnell, Joshua Henry, Sutton Foster - All to Pieces lyrics]
I'd like a pair of Gene Tierney eyes
Try Monty's mouth on for size –
A little fuller though
A mouth so soft there's no end of romance
What's a mouth got to do with romance?
You got to ask, you'll never know
I been with more'n you, my friend
None of yours want seconds, though
Mine all come back for more
Yeah, to me
Boys, boys, boys!
When I'm in line for my miracle
And the Preacher is all set to go
I know just what I'll ask for
But, I'm not telling you
At least 'til you stop squabbling
And pretend you're actually listening
Pretty please, Violet, with sugar on top?
If I had gypsy hair and a face to match it
No traces anywhere of a wayward hatchet
I could be Cyd Charisse shooting on location
In some far-off and tiny nation
Oh, with lips like those
I'd look almost shameless
Oh, but add the nose
Now I'm pure and blameless
If Cyd Charisse isn't, that's how it goes
I love 'er all, I love 'er all
I love 'er ah – ah – all to pieces!
I love 'er all, I love 'er all
I love 'er ah – ah – all to pieces!
If I looked in the know
With a hint of myst'ry
Like a Brigitte Bardot with a darker hist'ry
If I threw you a glance and I let it linger
I could wrap you around my finger –
Oh, one of Bardot's
Why should she be stingy?
Oh, throw in her toes
Mine are just too dingy
I'll give the Preacher my mountain for those
I love 'er all, I love 'er all
I love 'er ah – ah – all to pieces!
I love 'er all, I love 'er all
I love 'er ah – ah – all to pieces!
I could be a leading lady –
Present tense, and background shady –
Take an hour or two to go
From down-at heel to tippy-toe
From no big deal
To the star of a picture show
Oh! Oh, you should ask that preacher for
Some Ursula Andress legs
I think my legs are fine
No, but, rising out'a the ocean in that
White Dr no bikini?
What's the matter with my legs?
Nothing! They're…long
Then why did you bring 'em up at all?
What you need is some Ursula Andress there
I can't believe you just said that
Not that it matters to me
But, you said a leading lady
Is what you wanna be how else you gonna go
Light up a picture show?
Give me just a minute though
To pillage my portfolio
Borrow Elke Sommer's hair
With Judy Garland's pretty chin
Put Grace Kelly's little nose
With Rita Hayworth's skin
But Ava Gardner for the eyebrows
Bergman cheekbones under gypsy eyes
I could shine like a moonbeam
On the silk of a ball gown
I could be someone lovely
Turning heads on her first night in town
In town all I need is someone
To wonder, who is she to ask how to meet me
St louis? Nah
To love me all to pieces
They're eight games out with 30 to go
Yeah, but look at that Lou Brock
His legs belong in a museum
Somewhere and Bob Gibson? The man
Has an arm of steel
30 to go, like I said
Try Monty's mouth on for size –
A little fuller though
A mouth so soft there's no end of romance
What's a mouth got to do with romance?
You got to ask, you'll never know
I been with more'n you, my friend
None of yours want seconds, though
Mine all come back for more
Yeah, to me
Boys, boys, boys!
When I'm in line for my miracle
And the Preacher is all set to go
I know just what I'll ask for
But, I'm not telling you
At least 'til you stop squabbling
And pretend you're actually listening
Pretty please, Violet, with sugar on top?
If I had gypsy hair and a face to match it
No traces anywhere of a wayward hatchet
I could be Cyd Charisse shooting on location
In some far-off and tiny nation
Oh, with lips like those
I'd look almost shameless
Oh, but add the nose
Now I'm pure and blameless
If Cyd Charisse isn't, that's how it goes
I love 'er all, I love 'er all
I love 'er ah – ah – all to pieces!
I love 'er all, I love 'er all
I love 'er ah – ah – all to pieces!
If I looked in the know
With a hint of myst'ry
Like a Brigitte Bardot with a darker hist'ry
If I threw you a glance and I let it linger
I could wrap you around my finger –
Oh, one of Bardot's
Why should she be stingy?
Oh, throw in her toes
Mine are just too dingy
I'll give the Preacher my mountain for those
I love 'er all, I love 'er all
I love 'er ah – ah – all to pieces!
I love 'er all, I love 'er all
I love 'er ah – ah – all to pieces!
I could be a leading lady –
Present tense, and background shady –
Take an hour or two to go
From down-at heel to tippy-toe
From no big deal
To the star of a picture show
Oh! Oh, you should ask that preacher for
Some Ursula Andress legs
I think my legs are fine
No, but, rising out'a the ocean in that
White Dr no bikini?
What's the matter with my legs?
Nothing! They're…long
Then why did you bring 'em up at all?
What you need is some Ursula Andress there
I can't believe you just said that
Not that it matters to me
But, you said a leading lady
Is what you wanna be how else you gonna go
Light up a picture show?
Give me just a minute though
To pillage my portfolio
Borrow Elke Sommer's hair
With Judy Garland's pretty chin
Put Grace Kelly's little nose
With Rita Hayworth's skin
But Ava Gardner for the eyebrows
Bergman cheekbones under gypsy eyes
I could shine like a moonbeam
On the silk of a ball gown
I could be someone lovely
Turning heads on her first night in town
In town all I need is someone
To wonder, who is she to ask how to meet me
St louis? Nah
To love me all to pieces
They're eight games out with 30 to go
Yeah, but look at that Lou Brock
His legs belong in a museum
Somewhere and Bob Gibson? The man
Has an arm of steel
30 to go, like I said