The Sondheim Lyrics Chain

[Leighton]

Your arms entwined
You steal below
And far behind
At the edge of day
The bong of the bell of the buoy in the bay
And the boat and the boy
And the bride are away!

[KathyB]

Some get a boot 
From shooting off cablegrams
Or buzzing bells
To summon the staff,
Some climbers get their kicks
From social politics

[Leighton]

Anita's gonna get her kicks
Tonight.
We'll have our private little mix
Tonight.
He'll walk in hot and tired,
Poor dear.
Don't matter if he's tired,
As long as he's here
Tonight!

[scenicdesign71]

If it's not some alarm, it's a backfire.
Either that, or the blatt of a horn.
It's but one of the joys of the city: the noise.
Sir, as sure as the day I was born,
That was a shot.

[...]

What a perfect day!

[KathyB]

See?
A perfect tree.
Pretty isn't beautiful, Mother,
Pretty is what changes.
What the eye arranges
Is what is beautiful.