Stephen Sondheim Multitudes Of Amys (Cut From Company, 1970)
multitudes of amys
crowd the streets below.
avenues of amys,
officefuls of amys
ev`rywhere i go.
wonder what it means,
ho-ho,
i wonder what it means.
i see them waiting for the lights,
running for the bus,
milling in the stores
and hailing cabs
and disappearing
through revolving doors.
multitudes of amys,
ev`rywhere i look.
sentences of amys,
paragraphs of amys,
filling ev`ry book.
wonder if it means
i`ve gone to pieces.
ev`ry other word i speak
is something she says.
walls hang with pictures of amys,
galaxies of amys
dot the night skies,
girls pass and look at me
with amy`s eyes.
i`ve seen an audience of amys
watch a cast of amys
act in a play.
seems there are more of her
ev`ry day.
what can it mean?
what can it mean?
i`ve caught a stadium of amys
standing up to cheer,
choruses of amys,
symphonies of amys
ringing in my ear.
i know what it means,
hey, amy,
i know what it means.
i`m ready,
i`m ready,
i`m ready now!
all that it takes is two,
amy, me,
amy, you,
amy.
i know what it means,
hey, amy,
i know what it means.
oh, wow!
i`m ready,
i`m ready,
i`ll say it:
marry me now!
