William Finn
Trina’s Song (March of the Falsettos)
[TRINA]
I'm tired of all the happy men who rule the world
Their smile, their smile's their pedigree
They smile, but not for me
I'd like a chance to hide
In their world
I'm happy, but I'm not at ease with that whole world
There's trust–he lets me move
And lust–which I approve
I need those crass
Indulgent stares;
He pats my ass
And says he cares
The smile will come at will
But still...
I'm not exactly happy
Though he's absolutely nice
And he caters to my family
Sometimes for a price
But he's cocky and he's charming
Funny as the day is long
And he's mine
What's so wrong?