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“FLUTTERING”
MARION
I SHOULD HAVE SLAPPED HIS FACE
I SHOULD BE MORE ENRAGED
I'M GETTING MAD PROPOSALS FROM A STRANGER
HIS WORDS WERE OUT OF PLACE
FOR I AM STILL ENGAGED
TO ALFRED HEATHFIELD, MAN OF MY DREAMS
OH, I'M A-FLUTTERING
SHAKING LIKE A LEAF IN A GALE
LOOK AT ME
I'M A-PUTTERING AROUND
FEET ARE OFF THE GROUND
I LOOK PALE
I'M LIKE A STARLING
FLITTING AROUND
AND EMITTING A SOUND
THAT'S A BEACON TO BIRDS
HE CALLED ME “DARLING”
AND GAVE ME A KISS
I'M NOT TREATED LIKE THIS
THAT IS, NOT TILL TODAY
HE HAS SUCH A WAY WITH HIS WORDS.
WHAT WAS IT IN THE STORIES HE TOLD
THAT MADE ME FEEL LIKE A SEVEN-YEAR OLD?
AND ALL AT ONCE I'M FLUTTERING
WHY AM I WAVERING?
MICHAEL'S BRIGHT AND FUN, BUT IS HE TRUE?
MAYBE I SHOULD KEEP FAVORING THE ONE
PA TREATS LIKE A SON
WHAT TO DO?
I HEAR TWO VOICES
PLEADING FOR ME
WHO'D HAVE THOUGHT I COULD BE
SUCH A SOUGHT AFTER PRIZE?
I NOW HAVE CHOICES
LIKE AN ADULT
AND I LIKE THE RESULT
I'M UNLEASHED AND UNFURLED
SUDDENLY WORLDLY AND WISE.
HERE IS SOMEONE DIFFERENT THAN
I'VE EVER MET BEFORE
MAKING EVERY OTHER MAN IN ENGLAND SEEM A BORE
A FINER MAN YOU COULDN'T FIND...
GRACE (entering): Marion! What news! Alfred is coming home tomorrow night, and you are to be married on Christmas day! Where are you going?
MARION: To see Michael off.
GRACE: He's already gone. I saw him ride away. Did you forget to say goodbye, silly girl?
(GRACE exits. MARION is stopped short. After a moment, she sings:)
MARION
OH, NO, I'M NOT FLUTTERING ANY MORE.
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