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Climbing Uphill Karaoke

The Last Five Years the Musical

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When you come home to me

I'll wear a sweeter smile

And hope that for a while you'll

Okay

Thank you

Thank you so much

I'm climbing uphill Daddy

Climbing uphill

I'm up every morning at six

And standing in line with

two hundred girls who are

younger and thinner than me

Who have already been

to the gym

I'm waiting five hours in line

And watching the girls

just coming and going

In dresses that look

just like this

'Til my number is

finally called

When I walk in the room

There's a table of men

Always men

Usually gay

Who've been sitting like I have

And listening all day

to two hundred girls

belting as high as they can

I am a good person

I'm an attractive person

I am a talented person

Grant me grace

When you come home

I should have told them I was

sick last week they're gonna

think this is the way I sing

Why is the pianist playing

so loud

Should I sing louder

I'll sing louder

Maybe I should

stop and start over

I'm gonna stop and start over

Why is the director

staring at his crotch

Why is that man

staring at my resume

Don't stare at my resume

I made up half of my resume

Look at me stop looking at that

Look at me

No not at my shoes

Don't look at my shoes

I hate these ******* shoes

Why did I pick these shoes

Why did I pick this song

Why did I pick this career

Why does this pianist hate me

If I don't get a callback

I can go to Crate and Barrel

with mom and buy a couch

Not that I want to spend a

day with mom

But Jamie needs

space to write

Since I'm obviously such a

horrible annoying

distraction to him

What's he gonna be like

when we have kids

And once again

Why am I working so hard

These are the people who

cast Linda Blair in a musical

Jesus Christ

I suck I suck I suck I suck

When fin'lly you come home to

Okay

Thank you

Thank you so much

I will not be the girl

stuck at home in the 'burbs

With the baby the dog

and the garden of herbs

I will not be the girl

in the sensible shoes

Pushing burgers and beer nuts

and missing the clues

I will not be the girl

who gets asked how it feels

to be trotting along

at the genius's heels

I will not be the girl

who requires a man to get by

And I