An Invitation to Sleep in My Arms

MIMI: Now that we know what the problem is, we're gonna get it fixed
 GORDON: Tomorrow they'll strap me down on a bed
 And remove the top of my head
 Which is why I don't think that now's the right time
 To have too much hope
 I may be a dope
 But I don't think so
 No, I don't think so
 No, I don't think so
 ROGER: Would you ever consider lying close to me tonight
 Could be exciting
 I'm inviting you to sleep in my arms
 Maybe we'll laugh too loud
 Maybe we'll dance and you will sing
 Maybe we'll smile at all the pleasures
 Sex and eating often bring
 Maybe we'll say no words
 Just saying nothing is sublime
 Maybe we'll read a book you always meant to read
 For which you hadn't found the time
 RHODA: Excuse me
 But Bungee's calling to state
 How though he knows you're about to sedate
 But by tomorrow at ten he needs the "Yes" song
 GORDON: Fuck him!
 RHODA: He said no matter what, he's going to rehearse the "Yes" song
 GORDON: He'll wait
 RHODA: He said his son, Mr. Music, wrote a verse of the "Yes" song
 He's going to use if your song isn't finished
 MIMI: Rhoda!
 RHODA: Tonight then, just disregard what he said
 And sit and reminisce with Roger instead
 If you get over-anxious, pick up a pen
 Finish the song, maybe I'm wrong
 But I don't think so
 No, I don't think so
 No, I don't think so
 GORDON: I'd love to love but need to write
 I get distracted so damn easily!
 ROGER: Forget the writing
 I'm inviting you to sleep in my arms (GORDON: They'll be other nights I'll have to sleep your arms)
 ROGER: And if you snore (GORDON: I should have done what I meant to do)
 ROGER: I'll let you snore (GORDON: I could have been what I meant to be)
 ROGER: Maybe there's more! (GORDON: I could have written the score to a rise or a symphony)
 ROGER: Maybe there's more, maybe we'll say no words (GORDON: A simple symphony)
 ROGER: Just saying nothing is sublime (GORDON: A simple symphony)
 ROGER: Maybe we'll read a book you always meant to read (GORDON: A simple symphony)
 GORDON: Look, it's my decision, ok!
 MIMI: Nobody asked my opinion
 But why don't you tell him
 His was the best invitation?
 Why is he making such a scene?
 While you sit discussing what you've got to discuss
 I'm off to your place for a date with Mr. Clean, I love him!
 Lie with the man
 What are you, stupid?
 Go and fly with the man
 At least tonight, go fly
 While I depart in hope and not in sorrow
 Goodbye, my loves, goodbye
 Operation tomorrow
 Rhoda
 GORDON: Tonight, though, could be my very last chance
 To write a something I could be remembered by
 It may not be a great song
 But it could be my last song
 So I hope you'll understand
 If I simply kiss your hand
 And say goodnight