Perhaps I had a wicked childhood
Perhaps I had a miserable youth
But somewhere in my wicked miserable past
I must have had a moment of truth

For here you are
Standing there
Loving me
Whether or not you should

So somewhere in my youth
Or childhood
I must have done something good

* I proudly recall that in one of my first ever plays, this scene was projected onto the back wall of the theater, over and over, on an obsessive and romantic loop.