So Who Needs Roses...

Every so often a song comes along that can vocalise what you are feeling so exactly, simply and poetically that it becomes superfluous to even attempt to put it into your own words.

I have loved the song "I Won't Send Roses" from the musical Mack and Mabel since I first saw it in the West End as a child, but recently the song has become so apt to my own feelings that I felt compelled to share it. You guys are so lucky sometimes, it's embarrassing.

So here it is; 'I Won't Send Roses' by Jerry Herman followed by Mabel's reprise 'So Who Needs Roses'. (note that I do not own the lyrics to this song)

This. Just this...

Mack;

"I won't send roses or hold the door,
I won't remember which dress you wore,
My heart is too much in control,
The lack of romance in my soul,
Will turn you grey, kid,
So stay away, kid,
Forget my shoulder when you're in need,
Forgetting birthdays is guaranteed,
And should I love you, you would be the last to know,
I won't send roses and roses suit you so,

My pace is frantic, my tempers cross,
At words romantic I'm at a loss,
I'd be the first one to agree that I'm preoccupied with me,
And it's inbred, kid,
So keep your head, kid,
In me you'll find things like guts and nerve,
But not the kind things that you deserve,
And so while there's a fighting chance just turn and go,
I won't send roses and roses suit you so."

Mabel;

"So who needs roses or stuff like that,
So who wants chocolate, they'd make me fat,
And I can get along just fine without a gushing Valentine,
And I'll get by, kid,
With just the guy, kid,
And if he calls me and it's collect,
Sir Walter Raleigh I don't expect,
And though I know I may be left out on a limb,
So who needs roses that didn't come from him."

The Boy's pace is anything other than frantic, nor is his temper cross. I don't believe that he is preoccupied with himself at all, but other that...just call me Mabel.

And here I was thinking I was Clive.