Kristin Chenoweth - Glitter and be gay

Glitter and be gay That’s the part I play Here I am in Paris, France Forced to bend my soul To a sordid role Victimized by bitter, bitter circumstance. Alas for me! Had I remained Beside my lady mother My virtue had remained unstained Until my maiden hand was gained By some Grand Duke or other. Ah, ’twas not to be Harsh necessity Brought me to this gilded cage. Born to higher things Here I droop my wings Ah! Singing of a sorrow nothing can assuage. And yet of course I rather like to revel Ha ha! I have no strong objection to champagne Ha ha! My wardrobe is expensive as the devil Ha ha! Perhaps it is ignoble to complain... Enough, enough Of being basely tearful! I’ll show my noble stuff By being bright and cheerful! Ha ha ha ha ha! Ha! Pearls and ruby rings... Ah, how can worldly things Take the place of honor lost? Can they compensate For my fallen state Purchased as they were at such an awful cost? Bracelets... lavalieres Can they dry my tears? Can they blind my eyes to shame? Can the brightest brooch Shield me from reproach? Can the purest diamond purify my name? And yet of course these trinkets are endearing Ha ha! I’m oh, so glad my sapphire is a star Ha ha! I rather like a twenty-carat earring Ha ha! If I’m not pure, at least my jewels are! Enough! Enough! I’ll take their diamond necklace And show my noble stuff By being gay and reckless! Ha ha ha ha ha! Ha! Observe how bravely I conceal The dreadful, dreadful shame I feel. Ha ha ha ha!