Galavant: Lutes. Viols. Irritating little crumhorns
Gaze at the person across from you now
Feel the sweet spark of connection
If you don’t screw up this moment somehow
Maybe you won’t die alone
Don’t be too needy or bring up your ex Don’t say the words: «Herpes Simplex»
Don’t ever mention you’ve never had sex
Trust me, I promise, she knows
And now her defenses are starting to fall
Smile and return her affection
If you don’t manage to ruin it all
Maybe you won’t die alone
King Richard: It is the damndest thing but, looking at you right now-
Roberta: Yeah.
King Richard: I mean it’s almost as if-
Roberta: You’re on fire.
King Richard: I mean, I don’t know if I’d say, «I'm on fire» you know, but-
Roberta: No, no. You’re on fire.
King Richard: Oh. Oh! OH! OH GOD! OH! OW! OH GOD!
Galavant: Don’t begin screaming
You’ll blow the whole mood
Maybe you won’t die alone
Maybe you won’t die alone