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Collins: Gentlemen, our benefactor on this Christmas Eve Whose charity is only matched by talent, I believe A new member of the Alphabet City avant-garde Angel Dumott Schunard! (Angel sashays in. He's gorgeously done up in Santa drag, with a fan of twenty-dollar bills in each hand) Angel: Today for you -- tomorrow for me Today for you -- tomorrow for me Collins: And you should hear her beat! Mark: You earned this on the street? Angel: It was my lucky day today on Avenue A When a lady in a limousine drove my way She said, "Dahling -- be a dear -- haven't slept in a year I need your help to make my neighbor's yappy dog disappear" "This Akita-Evita just won't shut up I believe if you play non-stop that pup Will breathe its very last high-strung breath Letras de cancionesI'm certain that cur will bark itself to death" Today for you -- tomorrow for me Today for you -- tomorrow for me We agreed on a fee -- A thousand dollar guarantee Tax-free -- and a bonus if I trim her tree Now who could foretell that it would go so well But sure as I am here that dog is now in doggy hell After an hour -- Evita -- in all her glory On the window ledge of that 23rd story Like Thelma & Louise did when they got the blues Swan dove into the courtyard of the Gracie Mews Today for you -- tomorrow for me Today for you -- tomorrow for me Then back to the street where I met my sweet Where he was moaning and groaning on the cold concrete The nurse took him home for some mercurochrome And I dressed his wounds and got him back on his feet Sing it! Today for you -- tomorrow for me Today for you -- tomorrow for me Today for you -- tomorrow for me Today for you -- tomorrow for me From Letras Mania