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 as his lover.
Actress with dreams and a life of her own.
Then we had no end of world 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 achiev 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...