It's Not A Good Idea Lyrics - Love's Labour's Lost The Musical

It's not a good idea 

To listen to these boys 

They swear they are in love 

Then treat our hearts like little toys 

They send us empty words in rhyme, 

Why does it get you every time? 

They made a solemn oath 

That didn't last a single day 

So it's not a good idea 

To put much faith in things they say 

Cause any love that comes this fast 

Is a folly that won't last 

But if they really are in love- 

But what is love? What does it mean? 

He thinks he loves a plastic princess, not a partner, not a queen 

He doesn't notice who he's chasing, he just likes to make the chase 

He makes these grand elaborate gestures but won't look me in the face 

He talks and talks so he can cover up his insecurities 

He is exactly like my dad- 

Oh no 

He's exactly like me 

So 

It's not a good idea to think its real 

The words they use to describe 

The way they think they feel 

They're just in in love with saying they're in love 

It's not a good idea 

[spoken] 

On wenches arm, love doth approach! 

But what, come they in the middle of my song? 

They do, they do, and our apparel thus. Like turtleneck-wearing East German performance artists. 

And will they so... 

[sung] 

Well if that's their big idea, 

We can beat them at their game 

They're coming in disguise, 

Well ladies we can do the same 

And our lovers will be tasked 

For when they come we will be masked 

[spoken] 

Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine... So shall Verone take me for Rosaline. And change your favours, too, so shall your loves woo contrary, deceived by these removed. 

But in this changing, what is your intent? 

My intent is to cross theirs. 

[sung] 

And if they ask us to dance 

We will not move a foot 

And if they say pretty speeches 

We will just stay put 

And if they say they're in love 

They say an awful lot 

But words are easy 

Commitment is not 

He has to learn to stop his heart from beating 

He has to learn to stop his blood from heating 

He has to learn to stop his head from cheating 

Cause it's not a good idea to trust these boys 

When they treat our hearts like little toys 

They're just in love with saying they're in love 

But if I believe our motto with all of his plause 

They're dressing up like Germans, 

They just want our applause 

But maybe I'm running from my best chance 

They only want 

A quick romance 

We'll show these men that if they want us 

They can't act like little boys 

If he would stop with all the dancing 

And quit making so much noise 

If he would dress like he was normal 

And admit that I was right 

If he would listen for a minute! 

Maybe this could end tonight 

Cause it's not a good idea 

To trust these boys 

When they treat our hearts 

Like little toys 

Cause if they think 

That love's a game, then 

Mop for mop, 

We'll do the same, just 

Keep your cool, 

And learn to play your part 

We are wise girls to mock our lovers so 

It's a very good idea!