– I'm in Love with a Wonderful Guy –
Rodgers & Hammerstein
from South Pacific, 1949

I expect everyone of my crowd to make fun
Of my proud protestations of faith in romance,
And they'll say I'm naïve as a babe to believe
Every fable I hear from a person in pants.

Fearlessly I'll face them and argue their doubts away,
Loudly I'll sing about flowers in spring,
Flatly I'll stand on my little flat feet and say
Love is a grand and a beautiful thing!
I'm not ashamed to reveal
The world famous feelin' I feel.

I'm as corny as Kansas in August,
I'm as normal as blueberry pie.
No more a smart little girl with no heart,
I have found me a wonderful guy!

I am in a conventional dither,
With a conventional star in my eye.
And you will note there's a lump in my throat
When I speak of that wonderful guy!

I'm as trite and as gay as a daisy in May,
A cliché comin' true!
I'm bromidic and bright
As a moon-happy night
Pourin' light on the dew!

I'm as corny as Kansas in August,
High as a flag on the Fourth of July!
If you'll excuse an expression I use,
I'm in love, I'm in love,
I'm in love, I'm in love,
I'm in love with a wonderful guy!

– (Ballad Of The) Shape Of Things –
Sheldon Harnick, 1950

Completely round is the perfect pearl the oyster manufactures.
Completely round is the steering wheel that leads to compound fractures.
Completely round is the golden fruit that hangs in the orange tree.
Yes, the circle shape is quite reknowned.
Sad to say it can be found
In the low-down dirty run around
That my true love gave to me. Yes, my true love gave to me.

Completely square is the velvet box he said my ring would be in.
Completely square is the envelope he said farewell to me in.
Completely square is the handkerchief I flourish constantly.
As I dry my eyes of the tears I shed
And blow my nose 'til it turns bright red
For a perfect square is my true love's head.
He will not marry me. No! He will not marry me.

Rectangular was the hotel door, my true love tried to sneak through.
Rectangular was the transom o'er which I tried to peek through.
Rectangular was the hotel room I entered angrily.
And rectangular is the wooden box
Where lies my love 'neath the golden phlox.
They say he died of the chicken pox.
In part, I must agree. One chick too many had he.

Triangular is the piece of pie I eat to ease my sorrow.
Triangular is the hatchet blade I plan to hide tomorrow.
Triangular the relationship that now has ceased to be,
And triangular is the garment thin
That fastens on with a safety pin
To a prize I had no wish to win.
It's a lasting memory that my true love gave to me.

Pentagonal is the fav'rite place of hawks, the birds in DC
Hexagonal is the beehive cell in which the bees are busy
Octagonal is the traffic sign that makes my life less free
And all these shapes get more complex
Just like my true love's rolodex
And of course the mug's game known as sex
My true love played with me, yes, he played his games with me.
– Tonight –
Leonard Bernstein & Stephen Sondheim
from West Side Story, 1957

1. Tonight. Tonight
Won't be just any night.
Tonight there will be no morning star.
2. Tonight. Tonight.
I'll see my love tonight
And for us, stars will stop where they are.
3. Today the minutes seem like hours...
The hours go so slowly
And still the sky is light.
4. Oh, moon, grow bright
And make this endless day
Endless night. . . . . . Tonight.

1. Tonight. Tonight.
It all began tonight.
I saw you and the world went away.
2. Tonight. Tonight.
There's only you tonight.
What you are, what you do, what you say.
3. Today, all day I had the feeling
A miracle would happen --
I know now I was right.
4. For here you are,
And what was just a world
Is a star. . . . . . Tonight!

1. Tonight. Tonight.
The world is full of light.
With suns and moons all over the place
2. Tonight. Tonight.
The world is wild and bright.
Going mad, shooting sparks into space.
3. Today, the world was just an address
A place for me to live in
No better than all right.
4. But here you are,
And what was just a world
Is a star. . . . . . Tonight!

4. Good night.  Good night.
Sleep well and when you dream,
Dream of me. . . . . . Tonight.