We Both Reached for the Gun

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Matron: Mr Flynn, the reporters are here
 Flynn: Let them in, Buch
 (Overlappping questions)
 Act like a dummy
 You sit on my lap
 And I'll do all the talking
 (Flynn is talking as Roxy from now on)
 Announcer: Mr Billy Flynn sings the press conferance rag
 Notice how his mouth never moves
 Almost...
 Journalists: Where did you come from?
 Flynn: Missisipi
 Journalists: And your parents?
 Flynn: Very wealthy
 Journalists: Where are they now?
 Flynn: Six feet under
 But she was granted one more star
 The convent of the sacred heart
 Journalists: When did ya get here
 Flynn: 1920
 Journalists: How old were you?
 Flynn: Don't remember
 Journalists: Then what happened?
 Flynn: I met Amos
 And he stole my heart away
 Convinced me to elope one day
 Sunshine: A convent girl
 Oh, and a runaway marrige
 This is going to be too terrible
 You poor dear
 Journalists: Who's Fred Casely?
 Flynn: My ex boyfriend
 Journalists: Why ya shoot him?
 Flynn: I was leaving
 Journalists: Was he angry?
 Flynn: Like a madman
 Still I said 'Fred move along'
 Flynn (as himself): She knew that she was doing wrong
 Journalists: Then describe it?
 Flynn: He came towards me
 Journalists: With the pistol?
 Flynn: From my
 

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Duration
03:58
Tempo
81 BPM

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