The Celluloid Affair (Holiday Romance)
(Verse)
The orchestra swells, the camera begins to purr, And suddenly, two separate lives are just a blur. We hold the perfect pose that only magic knows; Then you return to Brentwood, And I to my unresponsive spouse, Who doesn’t dance, but owns our very large and overvalued house.
You and I are neat, correct, impeccably polite, But only here, beneath this false, electric light, Do our two lonely planets meet. It’s just so dreadfully discreet...
(Refrain)
We have a Holiday Romance,
One designed only for the picture show.
An on-stage unforbidden chance,
To let our complicated feelings free to grow.
We know the contract, what the lawyers mean,
We only fall in love on the silver screen.
It’s just our tragic, celluloid affair.
The public pays to watch us pair.
Then when we cut, and simply turn and nod —
We’re only lovers, dear, by the grace of God.
Stuck within our only celluloid affair.


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