| ["I would ask him why we had to |
| Make love again when I already knew |
| What it was going to be like."] |
| Amelia, it’s May and blossoms 1957, single, but bold |
| I see you, belle of the ball and |
| Hometown sweetheart, gifted |
| I want to tell you seize this day |
| Let someone else go tend tradition |
| Take what’s yours |
| No one else can tell your fire, paint with your words |
| Sing with your voice |
| Take what’s yours |
| Amelia, I see you all in white and lovely, blinded, by love |
| And he too, is beautiful, and young, and blind |
| I want to tell you he’s the wrong man, you’ll look |
| Back |
| You were told that this is what you want, but it will hurt you |
| (You can’t live for someone else) |
| But you live |
| For me |
| For me |
| For me |
| He would do things to make your life easier |
| But never talk to you -- know you at all |
| You were his showpiece |
| Charming as you entertained all his fancies |
| I wish I could have seized that day and torn it |
| From your history |
| (For me) |
| Now it comes down to a life that might have soared |
| (For me) |
| But I can tell your fire, paint with your words |
| Sing with your voice |
| Nobody can take what’s mine |
| From me |
| From me |
| From me |
| From me |