The Sondheim Lyrics Chain

[Bobster]

And ladies, my lord, are weak

Ladies and their sensitivities, my lord!
Have a fragile sensibility
When a girl's emergent

I think this is a bunny.  

[Vera Charles]

I think this is a bunny. 

Lovely bunny!
Does that mean a non-runner?

[AmyG]

That is a very cute bunny.

[Bobster]

I think this is a bunny. 

Lovely bunny!
Does that mean a non-runner?

That's what I think, yep.

[Vera Charles]

Lovely bunny!
Does that mean a non-runner?

That's what I think, yep.

So, in the absence of @Leighton telling us which lyric he was thinking about, should we revert to this?

Love, I hear, makes you blush and turns you ashen
You try to speak with passion, and squeak...
I hear...
Love, they say, makes you pine away
But you pine away with an idiotic grin!
I pine, I blush, I squeak, I squawk
Today I woke too weak to walk

[wittyandbright]

In the tea, my Lord,
The chrysanthemum tea —
An informal variation
On the normal recipe.
Though I know my plan had merit,
It's been slow in execution.
If there's one thing you inherit,
It's your father's constitution,
And you're taking so long, my Lord ...
Do you think I was wrong, my Lord? ...
No, you must let me speak:
When the Shogun is weak,
Then the tea must be strong, my Lord ...
My Lord — ?

[Vera Charles]

I'll warm me bones on the esplanade
Have tea and scones with me gay young blade
Then I'll knit a sweater, while you write a letter

[wittyandbright]

Listen to the stories.
Hear it in the songs.
Angry men
Don't write the rules
And guns don't right the wrongs.

[Vera Charles]

You would have liked her
Honey, I'm wrong
You would have loved her
Mama enjoyed things
Mama was smart
See how she shimmers?
I mean, from the heart

[MartinG]

He's a very smart Prince
He's a Prince who prepares
Knowing this time I'd run from him
He spread pitch on the stairs.

[wittyandbright]

It's a rip in the bustle and a rustle in the hay
And I'll pitch the quick fantastic,
With flings of confetti and my petticoats away up high.
It's a very short way
From the fling that's for fun
To the thigh pressing under the table.
It's a very short day
Till you're stuck with just one
Or it has to be done
On the sly.

[KathyB]

Look, they won't hold us
A table
At ringside
All night!

[Vera Charles]

The evening air
Doesn't feel quite right
In the not-quite glare
Of the not-quite night
And it's ...
Wait! Is that a star?

[wittyandbright]

Wood star ...
Water star ...
All celestial omens are —
Excellent.

[Leighton]

Oh God I should stop playing games.  I highlighted the wrong bloody word; it was meant to be girl.  Serves me right for playing after having a pint (or two!)

Sorry to have held you all up for so long!  Though fascinating that the word fragile doesn't appear anywhere else in the entire canon!