An Extravagant Dispute (feat. The Original Cast of HAZEL: An Extravagant Musical)

Darling, quite extravagant, all right But I've made up my mind Let's not deny the obvious Mhmm, that you've been a... A shooting star at age of 17 Imagine what I'll be In 35 more years or so Oh, do tell Flauntin' 'round Oh, can't you see? Dialed by every celebrity Billie, Brendon, perhaps the Queen I always mix up their numbers you know Oh, please... But hear me out At every hertz on radio Shiny stars are walked upon The streets of fame No one loves passé And I'm to rad to stay 'Cause darling, no one listens When you've got nothing Queer to say Now, hang on there Sir "Glam-A-Lot Supreme" For where does that leave me? Am I a part of...? My groupies? No... Yes What? No? Stop! You stop Oh, fine then, go Just blast off in the sky But do I have to remind you? The world is spinning Even though you're not around Such a drag And you are not? Oh, come on, Lady "Dust-A-Lot" Phone call... Queenie? Planet Earth! Never heard I swear to God All ears I'm this close Tempting Darling Hear me out! At every hertz on radio Shiny stars are walked upon The streets of fame No one loves passé But you have always Been the same So, don't you think I will listen If you've got nothing Queer to say Are you really doubting me? Your self-proclaimed divinity Can't you see? That no one outta listen, outta Listen if you don't hear me out Then I won't be your stand-about Lingering in visionary fantasies Darling, don't you dream What future holds for you and me? Well, I don't wanna listen When you are Sitting there at age of 52 Got nowhere left to go A refugee of memories That's fine by me But don't you see? Darling no one listens When you've got nothing Queer to say