| Philia |
| I’m a courtesan, and a courtesan has but one talent |
| I’m lovely |
| All I am is lovely |
| Lovely is the one thing I can do |
| Winsome |
| What I am is winsome |
| Radiant as in some dream come true |
| Oh, isn’t it a shame? |
| I can neither sew nor cook |
| Nor read or write my name |
| But I’m happy |
| Merely being lovely |
| For it’s one thing I can give to you |
| Philia |
| Yes? |
| Say my name |
| Just say your name? |
| Yes |
| Very well. Uh… I forgot it! |
| It’s Hero |
| Forgive me, Hero. I have no memory for names |
| You don’t need one. You don’t need anything |
| You’re lovely |
| Absolutely lovely |
| Who’d believe the loveliness of you? |
| Winsome |
| Sweet and warm and winsome |
| Radiant as in some dream come true |
| True |
| Now Venus would seem tame |
| Helen and her thousand ships |
| Would have to die of shame |
| And I’m happy |
| Happy that I’m lovely |
| For there’s one thing loveliness can do |
| It’s a gift for me to share with you! |
| And I’m happy |
| Happy that you’re lovely |
| For there’s one thing loveliness can do |
| It’s a gift for me to share with you! |