Love Ain't Nothin'/ Welcome To Her Party - Original Broadway Cast/2000

You're the one who brought me here and told me to go play!
Play, yes
Not fall in love
What?
You're fallin' in love with her

Then what do you care?
As long as I look good and deliver
As long as I play by your rules

Last time I checked, Black
You were doin' pretty damn good playin' by my rules
Spendin' my money

Well, maybe that's no longer enough
Ha!
Well, well, well

Lover man's in love
Go on! Be in love
Ain't it sweet?
Come morning, she'll be back in the arms of that clown
Oh, lover man
Your ass will be out in the street
And then what?
Back to peddlin' that old mooch

"Black likes the way that you look tonight
Elegant, sweet and cool"
It's gettin' old
You're gettin' old
There are younger men out there now, Mr. Black

I'm gonna tell you somethin'
Something I learned too long ago
Love ain't nothin' but a whole lot of nothin'
And you know what it's really about?
It's about comfort
Not love, lover man

It's about comfort
And keepin' hold of it
Hangin' on to it
And doin' whatever it takes to get more
Love ain't nothin' but a whole lot of nothin'
A whole lot of nothin'

That's you, Kate, not me!

Don't you mess my party
Don't you mess with me
Don't you mess with me

Party's over, Queenie
Maybe yours, Burrs, but not mine
My party's just gettin' goin
I'm gonna -
What?
Beat me with the heel of your shoe till my lips turn blue?

Queenie's feelin' hot tonight
Yes she is
Welcome to her party
How you like the dress?
Welcome to her party
Baby, where's my ice?

Who here's up for action?
Who here's new?
Welcome to her party
Who the hell invited you?

And Blackie, my boy
Since you're plannin' on throwing a torpedo into the SS Queenie
I better warn you
Don't touch her face
Got nothin' that gets that little lady so riled up (Shut up, Burrs)
As getting caught with her face minus all that paint
'Cause like the cheap whore she is
Everything's got to be all perfumed and painted
So you don't smell the stink
That's just a-festerin' underneath

(Welcome to her party) Well, the stink that I got on me
Is from living with you!
(Burrsie, where's my ice) Lyin' next to you!
You've seeped into the pores of my skin (Queenie's up for dancing)
Into my blood
And the only thing that's gonna wash me clean (Queenie's up for anything)
Is seeing you dead! (Queenie, Queenie, Queenie's up for, Queenie, Queenie, Queenie's up for)
(Queenie, Queenie's up for, Queenie)



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Writer(s): Michael John La Chiusa
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