Aspects of Love.
Andrew Lloyd Weber
Ginny: I am a mermaid with golden hair.
Alex: I’ve never seen one like you.
Ginny: Not all us mermaids have silver tails. I have no tail at all.
Alex: Well I’ve never seen any mermaids with nobly knees. I’d say your tale was a touch too tall. Maybe a touch too tall.
Ginny: Sailors would smash on my jagged rocks. Lured by my siren song.
Alex: It isn’t the song of the siren that tortures men. That’s where your theory goes sadly wrong. That’s where it all goes wrong.
Ginny: I thought you’d know better. You know nothing about mermaids.
Alex: You know nothing about sailors.
Ginny: I do. Much more than you. If you were a sailor and heard my song, would you be lulled by me?
Alex: I wouldn’t be foolish enough to go near your rock. I’d steer my Galleon out to the sea.
Both Together: Lonely and lost at sea.