In the first act of my satirical musical, Gypsy Dawn, about the death of romance in the 20th century, the heroine, Maritza, is every princess in every operetta who has ever fallen in love with a man she thinks is a gypsy. In the second act, however, she is still a princess, but a Lesbian one, and the object of her lust is a female gypsy. (To see how this is accomplished, click on the dawn.) Here is the song she sings---with a completely new verse to make it
applicable to everyone, not just Lesbian princesses.
Blame It on the Dawn
There's no such thing as Eros,
There's no such thing as Cupid;
Falling in love at first sight
Is absolutely stupid.
I know that
And so do you,
So there's only one thing
You can do.Blame it on the dawn,
This strange and queasy feeling.
Blame it on the dawn---
You're paralyzed, but reeling.Blame it on the dawn
For someone to devour,
Lying on the lawn,
Relinquishing your power.You try to think, think,
But it's a useless situation---
What would your shrink think?
He would change your medication.Blame it on the dawn
For being numb and simple;
Blame it on the dawn
For every damned goose pimple.
You're free and open
Yet strangely withdrawn.
You have to blame it on something
So blame it on the dawn.