DILEMMA

John V. A. Weaver

Solo 1: Gee, she’s sweet! So sorta eyes wide open

And shiny, like the street-lights do at night

When rain is on the sidewalk, They’s a somethin’

About the way her whole face has that light,

Whenever she looks at me.

All: It always says,

Solo 2: “I believe in you! Oh, I believe in you!”

That face like a little flower, starin’ at me—

Solo 1: It scares me! What should I do?

All: What can he do?

Solo 1: I tell her not to go and dream about me,

I ain’t no fine guy, and I tell her so;

All: She keeps on thinkin’ he’s just kiddin’ her.

And answers back,

Solo 2: “You can’t fool me. I know.”

Solo 1: And just to think, that lovely dream about me

Has got to smash all up some awful day

When she finds out the way that I am really…

All: It’ll hurt her so…

Solo 1: I ought to get away.

Where she can’t never see me any more,

Before that dream and all that sweetness dies

But can I do it?

All: Can he do without her?

Solo 1: Can I stand not seein’ that lovin’ in her eyes? . . .