Porque ontem não estive lá e devia ter estado

Julie Andrews, "Crazy World" in Victor/Victoria

First you drive me wild

And then you win my heart with your wicked art;

One minute tender, gentle,

Then temp'ramental as a summer storm.

Just when I believe your heart's getting warmer

You're cold and you're cruel

And I, like a fool, try to cope,

Try to hang on to hope.