Chicago The Musical - I Know A Girl lyrics

Velma. Can you imagine? I mean, can you imagine? Can you believe it? I mean, can you believe? I know a girl A girl who lands on top You could put her face into a pail of slop And she'd come up smelling like a rose How she does it, heaven knows. Reporter. (spoken) Hold on, she's comin' out now. well, doc, is she or isn't she? Velma. She is. Reporter. She is!!! Velma. (sung) I know a girl A girl with so much luck She could get run over by a ten-ton truck Then brush herself off and walk away How she does it, couldn't say Billy. (spoken) Doc, would you swear to that state men in court. Doctor. yes Billy. good. . . uh. . . bu*ton your fly Velma. (sung) Whilst I On the other hand Put my face in a pail of slop And I would smell like a pail of slop I On the other hand Get run over by a truck And I am deader than a duck I know a girl Who tells so many lies Anything that's true Would truly cross her eyes But what that mouse is selling The whole world buys And nobody smells a rat. Roxie. (spoken.) please, ladies and gentlemen of the Press-leave the two of us alone so we can rest. Velma (spoken.) the two of us?? (sung.) Can you imagine? I mean, can you imagine? Reporter. (spoken.) could I have one last picture please? Roxie. oh sure anything for the press. Velma (sung.) Do you believe it? I mean do you believe it? Roxie. My dear little baby Velma (sung, mocking Roxie) My dear little baby Roxie. My sweet little baby Velma. My sweet little . . . baby....