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 Michael Angelo, 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...
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 Michael Angelo, 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...