Still (from Anastasia) sing and play along

An underhanded girl.

An act of desperation.

And to my consternation I let her go.

She wants what she can get.

Is that a fair depiction?

Does she believe her fiction?

It's hard to know.

Is it innocence or guile or nothing but a childish act of will?

She doesn't know she needs you.

She willfully misleads you but still...

Still,

a son becomes a man at his father's knee.

If my father asked questions, well,

where would we be?

She's nothing but a child.

A waif who needs protection.

I feel a strange connection I can't allow.

She says it's all a game.

She trembles like a flower but in her,

there's a power.

I see that now.

I am nothing but a man with nothing but his orders to fulfill.

"I'm innocent," she cries, but then you see her eyes,

and something in them tells you that she absolutely lies!

Until your heart replies

but still!

Still.

Still.