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Letras
[Verse 1]
White
A blank page or canvas
The challenge
Bring order to the whole
Through design
Composition
Tension
Balance
Light
And harmony
[Verse 2]
George
Why is it you always get to sit in the shade
While I have to stand in the sun?
Hello, George
There is someone in this dress
[Verse 3]
A trickle of sweat
The back of the head
He always does this
Now the foot is dead
[Verse 4]
Sunday in the park with George
One more
[Verse 5]
The collar is damp
Beginning to pinch
The bustle's slipping
I won't budge one inch
[Verse 6]
Who was at the zoo, George?
Who was at the zoo?
The monkeys and who, George?
The monkeys and who?
(Don't move)
[Verse 7]
Artists are bizarre, fixed, cold
That's you, George
You're bizarre, fixed, cold
I like that in a man
Fixed, cold
God, it's hot out here
[Verse 8]
Well, there are worse things than staring at the water on a Sunday
There are worse things than staring at the water
As you're posing for a picture bein' painted by your lover
In the middle of the summer, on an island in the river
On a Sunday
[Verse 9]
The petticoat's wet
Which adds to the weight
The sun is blinding
Alright, concentrate
(Eyes open please)
Sunday in the park with George
(Look out that water, not at me)
Sunday in the park with George
[Verse 10]
Well, if you want bread and respect
And attention
Not to say connection
Modeling's no profession
[Verse 11]
If you want, instead, when you're dead
Some more public and more permanent expression
Of affection
You want a painter, poet, sculptor, preferably
Marble, granite, bronze, durable
Something nice with swans
That's durable forever
[Verse 12]
All it has to be is good
And, George, you're good
You're really good
George's stroke is tender
George's touch is pure
[Verse 13]
Your eyes, George
I love your eyes, George
I love your beard, George
I love your size, George
But most, George, of all
But most of all
I love your painting
I think I'm fainting
[Verse 14]
The tip of a stay
Right under the tit
No, don't give in, just
Lift the arm a bit
(Don't lift the arm please)
Sunday in the park with George
(Bustle high, please)
[Verse 15]
Not even a nod
As if I were trees
The ground could open
He would still say please
Never know with you, George
Who could know with you?
The others I knew, George
Before we get through, I'll get to you too
God, I am so hot
[Verse 16]
Well, there are worse things than staring at the water on a Sunday
There are worse things than staring at the water
As you're posing for a picture after sleeping on the ferry
After getting up at seven to come over to an island
In the middle of a river, half an hour from the city
On a Sunday
On a Sunday
In the park with (Don't move the mouth)
George
Written by: James Lapine, Stephen Sondheim
