Lyrics The Right Girl - Stephen Sondheim, Aaron Ramey

The Right Girl

The right girl
Yeah!
The right girl!
She makes you feel like a million bucks
Instead of, what?
Like a rented tux
The right girl
Yeah!
The right girl!
She’s with you, no matter how you feel
You’re not the good guy, you’re not the heel
You’re not the dreamboat that sank;
you’re real
When you got
Yeah!
The right girl
Yeah!
And I got…
Hey, Margie
I’m back, babe
Come help me
Unpack, babe
Hey, Margie
Hey, bright girl
I’m home
What’s new, babe?
You miss me?
You smell good
Come kiss me
Hey, Margie
You wanna go dancin'?
I’m home
Des Moines was rotten and the deal fell through
I pushed, babe
I’m bushed, babe
I needed you to tell my troubles to—
The heck, babe
Let’s neck, babe
Hey, Margie
You wanna go dancin'?
You wanna go drivin'?
Or something?
Okay, babe
Whatever you say, babe
You wanna stay home
You wanna stay home
Hey, Margie
It’s day, babe
My flight goes—
No, stay, babe
You know how
You cry, babe
Stay home
Be good now
We’ll speak, babe
It might be
Next week, babe
Hey, Margie
Goodbye, babe
I gotta go home
The right girl
Yeah!
The right girl
She sees you’re nothing and thinks you’re king
She knows you’ve got other songs to sing
You still could be—hell, well, anything
When you got
Yeah!
The right girl
And I got…
Hey, Margie
I’m back, babe
Come help me
Unpack, babe
Hey, Margie
Hey, bright girl
I’m home
You miss me?
I knew it
Hey, Margie
I blew it
I don’t love
The right girl
(spoken)
Ah shit…