[MURIEL]
Last night I met a man beneath a pale and haunted moon
A man no woman could refuse
Bold and assertive with a furtive air of mystery
Magically long of lash
Tragically short of cash

As he approached he wore an aura of nobility
I wore these Ferragamo shoes
This was, at last, I knew, my rendezvous with history
What was a woman
What was a woman to do?

And when he smiled he lit the night with grace and confidence
His teeth were clean and straight and white just like a picket fence
I couldn't look directly at them, they were that intense
What was a woman
What was a woman to do?

I never realized how long my heart had been ignored
He sang my name and it rang out just like some major chord!
If music be the food of love, he ate my smorgasbord
What was a woman—

[WOMAN #2]
What was a woman—
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