Look at me! I must be absolutely crazy!
How did I ever let it get this far?
Look at me! I'm getting deeper into trouble.
Am I woman or a man?
Am I a devil or a demon?
Papa was right!
I ask too many questions.
He said a soul can get perplexed.
I can't believe what happens next!
Papa was right!
It seems this little game I play
Becomes more risky every day!
Tomorrow night; tomorrow night
Under the canopy,
I'll stand with her tomorrow night,
And place a ring upon her hand.
With her all dressed in white,
Tomorrow night.
I don't know how this came about,
But I'll be wed without a doubt.
Oh, my God, I've got to get out!
Look at this! The way one lie
Begets another.
Somebody wake me up and say
It's all a dream!
(Look at this!)
Look how easily I fool them;
They may have eyes, but they don't see.
They never really look at me.
People are blind!
How else would everyone believe me?
It might be interesting to know
Just how much further I can go.
Tomorrow night; tomorrow night
I can't believe what I'll presume to be,
Tomorrow night.
I'm not the bride, but I'm the groom to be,
Tomorrow night.
And that's a monumental trick;
I'd better think of something quick.
(Oh, my God, I'm feeling sick!)
I could run away.
I could leave without a trace.
Go anywhere, or any place
Where no one knows my face.
As a woman or a man?
I don't know; just so I can
Run away, run away!
I'd be free; I'd be rid of all of this,
But there's someone I would miss,
And being near him is what this is all about!
So running away is out!
Papa, dear, you dreamed of dancing
At my wedding,
But something tells me that I'm right;
You wouldn't want to dance tonight!
Isn't this a strangely logical solution?
Things may not be as they appear,
But the advantages are clear:
He loves her; she loves him.
He likes me; I like her,
And I've reasons to think she likes me.
She keeps him; he keeps her.
I keep things as they were.
It's a perfect arrangement for three!
Who'd have ever predicted
The moment would come
When I'd find myself grateful?
They've kept women dumb!
She's an innocent maiden,
But, then, so am I!
That's why it's possible; I could get by.
Look, I've seen the impossible happen before,
So maybe, God willing, it'll happen once more.
For I feel like a train on a perilous track,
With no way to stop, and no way to go back.
Like a snowball that's gathering speed down a hill,
Going faster, and faster, and faster, until
Tomorrow night; tomorrow night
Even if someone would pray for me,
Tomorrow night.
There's not a prayer
That they could say for me,
Tomorrow night.
Tomorrow night; tomorrow night
Tomorrow night, is now tonight!
