ACT TWO
Scene One
IRENE
CHARLOTTE
IRENE
CHARLOTTE
IRENE
What can I tell you?
It's almost all spiritual---
Meekness and humility,
Being born to nobility,
It was meant to make
A democrat o' me.
But I was informed
That you were in the Yukon,
Dancing in a dance hall,
Showing your anatomy.
Oh, that! You mustn't scold me,
I was only doing
What the Masters told me.
I had to experience
What women go through
Who are innocent and simple,
Defenseless and true.
I watched all my joie de vie go
As I tumbled and I slid,
For I had to give up all my ego
And relinquish all my id.
You poor, poor thing,
You poor, poor kid.
CHARLOTTE
IRENE
CHARLOTTE
IRENE
CHARLOTTE
IRENE
Just chant aum, aum, aum,
Whether abroad or at home,
The mind's so incessant,
You'll make it quiescent
If you chant aum, aum, aum.Just chant aum, aum, aum,
Chant it wherever you roam,
You'll want to continue
For God is within you
When you chant aum, aum, aum.You must aspire
Higher and higher,
And maybe mañana
You'll find that your prana
Is perfectly free of Maya.
CHARLOTTE
IRENE
CHARLOTTE
IRENE
CHARLOTTE
IRENE
CHARLOTTE
IRENE
CHARLOTTE
IRENE
(rising indignantly)
CHARLOTTE
IRENE
LIGHTS SLOWLY DIM