this attitude towards me.
You make me feel like I'm not wanted.
I know you're a big successful musician,
with a lot of important people
for fear of mispronouncing their names.
Please, let me call you Oscar.
if I want to talk to you now.
Please, please call me Oscar.
Well, it isn't a matter of just
I want you to be like you used to be.
You want me to be myself.
That's the very thing Toscanini objected
You know what I mean, Oscar.
You used to sit at the piano
an d play a chord or two.
Neath the blossoms waiting
The moments pass into hours,
the hours pass into years,
an d as she smiles through her tears,
But if If she don't come back,
then I never sigh or cry.
I just must die, poor butterfly.