I love you for sentimental reasons

I love you for sentimental reasons
I hope you do believe me, I give you my heart.
I love you, and you alone were meant for me,
Please give your loving heart to me, and say we'll never part.

I think of you every morning, dream of you every night.
Darling, I'm never lonely whenever you're in sight.

I love you, for sentimental reasons,
I hope you do believe me
I've given you my heart.

I Know Him So Well

Nothing is so good it lasts eternally
Perfect situations must go wrong
But this has never yet prevented me
From wanting far too much for far too long
Looking back
I could have done it differently
Won a few more moments
who can tell?
But it took time to understand the man
Now at least I know
I know him well

Wasn't it good
Wasn't it fine
Isn't it madness he can't be mine
But in the end
he needs a little more than before
Security
he needs his fantasy and freedom
I know him so well

No one in your life is with you constantly
No one is completely on your side
And though I move my world to be with him

Still the gap between us is too wide
Looking back
I could have played it differently
Learned about the man before I fell
But I was ever so much younger then

Wasn't it good (oh so good)
Wasn't it fine (so fine)
Isn't it madness he can't be mine

Didn't I know how it would go
If I knew from the start
Why am I falling apart

Wasn't it fine
Isn't it madness he can't be mine
But in the end
he needs a little more than before
Security
he needs his fantasy and freedom
I know him so well
It took some to understand him
I know him so well

I'd be surprisingly good for you

lyrics by Tim Rice, music by Andrew Lloyd Webber

(Eva and Peron:)
I've heard so much about you

(Eva and Peron:)
I'm amazed, for I'm only an actress [a soldier]
Nothing to shout about [One of the thousands]
Only a girl on the air [Defending the country he loves]

(Eva:)
But when you act, the things you do affect us all

(Peron:)
But when you act, you take us away from the squalor of the real world
Are you here on your own?

(Eva:)
Yes, oh yes

(Peron:)
So am I, what a fortunate coincidence
Maybe you're my reward for my efforts here tonight

(Eva:)
It seems crazy but you must believe
There's nothing calculated, nothing planned
Please forgive me if I seem naive
I would never want to force your hand
But please understand, I'd be good for you

I don't always rush in like this
Twenty seconds after saying hello
Telling strangers I'm too good to miss
If I'm wrong I hope you'll tell me so
But you really should know, I'd be good for you
I'd be surprisingly good for you

I won't go on if I'm boring you
But do you understand my point of view?
Do you like what you hear, what you see
And would you be, good for me too?

I'm not talking of a hurried night
A frantic tumble then a shy goodbye
Creeping home before it gets too light
That's not the reason that I caught your eye
Which has to imply, I'd be good for you
I'd be surprisingly good for you

(Peron:)
Please go on, you enthrall me
I can understand you perfectly
And I like what I hear, what I see, and knowing me
I would be good for you too

(Eva:)
I'm not talking of a hurried night
A frantic tumble then a shy goodbye
Creeping home before it gets too light
That's not the reason that I caught your eye
Which has to imply, I'd be good for you
I'd be surprisingly good for you

I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face

Words and Music by Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe
from the Broadway musical "My Fair Lady"

I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune she whistles night and noon
Her smiles, her frowns, her ups, her downs

Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I was serenely independent and content before we met
Surely I could always be that way again and yet
I've grown accustomed to her looks, accustomed to her voice
Accustomed to her face

I'm very grateful she's a woman and so easy to forget
Rather like a habit one can always break and yet
I've grown accustomed to the trace of something in the air
Accustomed to her face

Another Suitcase In Another Hall

(Eva:)
I don't expect my love affairs to last for long
Never fool myself that my dreams will come true
Being used to trouble I anticipate it
But all the same I hate it, wouldn't you?

Chorus:

(Eva:) So what happens now?
(Che:) Another suitcase in another hall
(Eva:) So what happens now?
(Che:) Take your picture off another wall
(Eva:) Where am I going to?
(Che:) You'll get by, you always have before
(Eva:) Where am I going to?

Time and time again I've said that I don't care
That I'm immune to gloom, that I'm hard through and through
But every time it matters all my words desert me
So anyone can hurt me, and they do

(chorus)

Call in three months time and I'll be fine, I know
Well maybe not that fine, but I'll survive anyhow
I won't recall the names and places of each sad occasion
But that's no consolation here and now.

(Huevo:)
Don't ask anymore.