I Don't Know What I'd Do - Lisa O'Hare

SIBELLA:

Monty?

Monty!

Don’t you just love me in pink?

Would you please

Maybe a flower for my hair?

No, no.

Yes!

No

Violet, no attar of roses I think

Look, you brought me chocolates!

Oh no, I don’t dare

Do you hate these earrings?

Now the truth, don’t be kind

I don’t mind, because I hate them too

No, no, no, don’t squeeze!

Monty, you’re a tease

Oh Monty look, my shoe

I don’t know what I’d do without you

I have never met another man

Who’s half as dear as you

You’re so clever too!

And you make me laugh

More than anybody

Why are other men so dreary, Monty

And so deadly dull!

No one holds a conversation

Half as beautifully as you

MONTY:

Well actually there is a matter of some urgency I should like to discuss-

SIBELLA:

You haven’t said a word about my dress!

You’re a brute!

Look, see how it moves when I turn

It’s a bit much for Clapham

But nevertheless

Maybe just a bite, just to be polite

Monty that’s too tight

Monty that’s just right

Oh, what I put you through!

I don’t know what I’d do

Oh you know that it’s true

I don’t know what I’d do without you

Don’t you just love me in pink!