Light My Candle Lyrics By Original Broadway Cast

Artist/Band Name: Original Broadway Cast

Album Name: Miscellaneous

Genre: Musical

Lyrics To Light My Candle

What’d you forget?
Got a light?
I know you? You’re
You’re shivering

It’s nothing they turned off my heat
And I’m just a little weak on my feet
Would you light my candle?
What are you staring at?

Nothing
Your hair in the moonlight
You look familiar
Can you make it?

Just haven’t eaten much today
At least the room stopped spinning
Anyway
What?

Nothing
Your smile reminded me of
I always remind people of who is she?

She died, her name was April
It’s out again
Sorry about your friend
Would you light my candle?

Well
Yeah, ow
Oh, the wax, it’s
Dripping, I like it between my
Fingers, I figured
Oh, well, goodnight

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It blew out again?
No, I think that I dropped my stash
I know I’ve seen you out and about
When I used to go out
Your candle’s out

I’m illin’
I had it when I walked in the door
It was pure
Is it on the floor?
The floor?

They say I have the best ass
Below 14th Street
Is it true?
What?
You’re staring again

Oh no
I mean you do have a nice
I mean you look familiar
Like your dead girlfriend?
Only when you smile
But I’m sure I’ve seen you somewhere else

Do you go to the Cat Scratch Club
That’s where I work I dance
Help me look
Yes
They used to tie you up
It’s a living

I didn’t recognize you
Without the handcuffs
We could light the candle
Oh, won’t you light the candle

Why don’t you forget that stuff
You look like you’re sixteen
I’m nineteen but I’m old for my age
I’m just born to be bad

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I once was born to be bad
I used to shiver like that
I have no heat, I told you
I used to sweat
I got a cold
Uh huh
I used to be a junkie

Now and then I like to
Uh huh
Feel good
Here it, um

What’s that?
Candy bar wrapper
We could light the candle
What’d you do with my candle?

That was my last match
Our eyes’ll adjust
Thank God for the moon
Maybe it’s not the moon at all
I hear that Spike Lee’s shooting down
The street

Bah humbug, bah humbug
Cold hands
Yours too
Big, like my father’s
You wanna dance?

With you?
No, with my father
I’m Roger
They call me
They call me Mimi

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