Light My Candle sing and play along

What'd you forget?

Your smile Got a light?

ed me.

I know ways you, mind peo you're,

of. you're shivering.

It's noth name ing, they was turned pril.

off my It's heat.

again. And I'm just a little weak on 'bout my feet.

Would you light my candle?

What are you staring at?

Nothing. Your hair in the moonlight.

You look familiar.

Can you make it?

Just haven't eaten much today, at least the room stopped spinning anyway.

What? What'd Nothing.

get? Your smile Got a light?

ed me.

I know ways you, mind peo you're,

of. Who is er she?

It's noth name ing, they was turned pril.

off my It's heat.

again. And I'm just a little Sorry 'bout your feet.

Would you light my candle?

What are you staring at?

Nothing. Your hair in the moonlight.

You look familiar.

Can you make it?

Just haven't eaten much today, at least the room stopped spinning anyway.

What? Well?

Yeah? Ow!

Oh, the wax,

it's dripping.

I like it between my fingers.

I figured.

Oh, well, goodnight.

It blew out again?

No, I think that I dropped my stash.

I know I've seen you out and about,

when I used to go out.

Your candle's out.

I'm illin', I had it when I walked in the door.

It was pure.

Is it on the floor?

They say that I have the best ass

below Fourteenth Street.

Is it true?

What? You're starin' again.

Oh, no.

I mean, you do.

You look familiar.

Like your dead girlfriend?

Only when you smile, but I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else.

Do you go to the Cat Scratch Club?

That's where I work, I dance.

Yes! They used to tie you up.

It's a living.

I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs.

We could light the candle.

Oh, won't you light the candle?

Why don't you forget that stuff?

You look like you're sixteen.

I'm nineteen, but I'm old for my age.

I'm just born to be bad.

I once was born to be bad.

I used to shiver like that.

I have no heat, I told you.

sweat. I got a cold.

Uhhuh. I used to be a junkie.

Now and then I like to feel good.

We could light the candle.

Oh, what'd you do with my candle?

That was my last match.

Our eyes'll adjust.

Thank God for the moon.

Maybe it's not the moon at all.

I hear Spike Lee's shootin' down the street.

Bah, humbug.

Bah, humbug.

Cold hands.

Yours, too.

Bare, like my father's.

With you?

No, with my father.

I'm Roger.

They call me, they call me

Mimi.