My Husband Makes Movies

My husband makes movies

To make them he lives a kind of dream

In which his actions aren't always what they seem

He may be on to some unique romantic theme

Some men run banks, some rule the world

Some earn their living baking bread

My husband, he goes a little crazy

Making movies instead

My husband spins fantasies

He lives them then gives them to you all

Like Michelangelo he paints his private dome

But can't distinguish what's his work and what's his home

Some men sell stocks, some men punch clocks

Some leap where others fear to tread

My husband as author and director

Makes up stories in his head

Guido Contini, Luisa Contini

Number one genius and number one fan

Guido Contini, Luisa Contini

Passionate woman in love with this man

Long ago, many years ago once we two were

Guido Contini, Luisa, his lover

Actress with dreams and a life of her own

Then we had no end of worlds to discover

Singing together all night on the phone

Long ago, someone else ago

Long ago, someone else ago

How he needs me so

And he'll be the last to know it

My husband makes movies

To make them he makes himself obsessed

He works for weeks on end without a bit of rest

No other way can he achieve his level best

Some men read books, some shine their shoes

Some retire early, some stay up to dream and muse

My husband only rarely comes to bed

My husband makes movies instead

My husband makes movies