I have a thing about Gershwin. I think it goes with having a thing about Woody Allen, which goes with having a thing about New York. So when new super-ed Lydia came up with Someone to Watch Over Me as my new title I was onboard sooner than a opening lyric. It's romantic, and I don't think the book titles thus far have been particularly romantic. It's also interesting because it was supposed to be a book about a strong woman in a man's world, but despite my best intentions everybody seems to read between the lines to the vulnerable little lamb beneath. My agent and my publisher both talk about this book in terms of emotional depth, placing me with tearjerkers. And I have a thing about tearjerkers. It goes with having a thing about Gershwin.
Here, for your sing-a-long pleasure:
There's a saying old
Says that love is blind -
Still we're often told,
"Seek and ye shalI find."
So I'm going to seek
A certain lad I've had in mind.
Haven't found him yet;
He's the big affair I cannot forget.
Only man I ever
Think of with regret.
I'd like to add his initials to my monogram.
Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb.
There's a somebody I'm longing to see
I hope that he
Turns out to be
Someone who'll watch over me.
I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood.
I know I could
Always be good
To one who'll watch over me.
Although he may not be the man some
Girls think of as handsome
To my heart he carries the key.
Won't you telI him please to put on some speed -
Follow my lead -
Oh! How I need
Someone to watch over me.