My husband makes movies. To make them he lives a kind of dream In which his actions aren't always what they seem He may be on to some unique romantic theme Some men run banks Some rule the world Some earn their living baking bread My husband, he goes a little crazy Making movies instead
My husband spins fantasies, He lives them, then gives them to you all Like Michaelangelo, he paints his private dome But can't distinguish what's his work and what's his home Some men sell stocks Some men punch clocks Some leap where others fear to tread My husband, as author and director Makes up stories in his head
Guido Contini, Luisa Contini Number one genius and number one fan Guido Contini, Luisa Contini Passionate woman in love with this man Long ago many years ago Once we two were
Guido Contini, Luisa his lover Actress with dreams and a life of her own Then we had no end of worlds to discover Singing together all night on the phone Long ago someone else ago
Long ago someone else ago How he needs me so And he'll be the last to know it
My husband makes movies To make them, he makes himself obsessed He works for weeks on end without a bit of rest No other way can he achiev his level best Some men read books Some shine their shoes Some retire early Some stay up to dream and muse My husband only rarely comes to bed My husband makes movies instead