My Husband Makes Movies Lyrics - Nine

My husband makes movies 

To make them he lives a kind of dream 

In which his actions aren't always what they seem 

He may be on to some unique romantic theme 

Some men run banks, some rule the world 

Some earn their living baking bread 

My husband, he goes a little crazy 

Making movies instead 

My husband spins fantasies 

He lives them then gives them to you all 

Like Michelangelo he paints his private dome 

But can't distinguish what's his work and what's his home 

Some men sell stocks, some men punch clocks 

Some leap where others fear to tread 

My husband as author and director 

Makes up stories in his head 

Guido Contini, Luisa Contini 

Number one genius and number one fan 

Guido Contini, Luisa Contini 

Passionate woman in love with this man 

Long ago, many years ago once we two were 

Guido Contini, Luisa, his lover 

Actress with dreams and a life of her own 

Then we had no end of worlds to discover 

Singing together all night on the phone 

Long ago, someone else ago 

Long ago, someone else ago 

How he needs me so 

And he'll be the last to know it 

My husband makes movies 

To make them he makes himself obsessed 

He works for weeks on end without a bit of rest 

No other way can he achieve his level best 

Some men read books, some shine their shoes 

Some retire early, some stay up to dream and muse 

My husband only rarely comes to bed 

My husband makes movies instead 

My husband makes movies