What More Can I Say?

[The lights rise on MARVIN and WHIZZER in bed. Slats of morning light cover the designer sheets. Above their heads is a Mapplethorpe of a calla lily. MARVIN is wearing a white T-shirt; WHIZZER is wearing nothing. During the whole song, MARVIN barely moves. WHIZZER, sleeping, is slowly moving—next to MARVIN or apart, into MARVIN's arms, onto his stomach or his back. Whatever, it's both hot and incredibly innocent.]

[MARVIN]
It's been hot
Also very sweet
And I'm not usually indiscreet
But when he sparkles
The earth begins to sway
What more can I say?
How can I express
How confused am I by our happiness?
I can't eat breakfast
I barely tie my shoe
What more can I do?

If I say I love him
You might think my words come cheap
Let's just say, I'm glad he's mine
Awake, asleep

It's been hot
Also, it's been swell
More than not
It's been more than words can tell
I halt, I stammer
I sing a roundelay
What more can I say?

I'll stay calm
Untie my tongue
And try to stay
Both kind and young

I was taught
Never brag or shout
Still it's hot
Just like how you read about
And also caring
And never too uncouth
That's the simple truth
That's the simple truth

[WHIZZER is sleeping face up. MARVIN looks underneath the sheet and is stunned by his good fortune.]

Can you tell
I have been revised?
It's so swell
Damn it, even I'm surprised
We laugh, we fumble
We take it day by day
What more can I say?