Somehow I can just hear Yero singing Sweeney's part while staring at Elphaba. And then I imagined that Elphaba and Galinda were near each other, and Boq was there... And then this came, though the Judge's voice is the anti-Boq. So give the song a listen and imagine the hilarious (yet, sweet) stalking. Happy reading!
It was another lazy day for Fiyero Tiggular, as he watched his girlfriend, Galinda Upland, and her room mate, Elphaba Thropp, make their way across the Shiz school grounds. He knew they couldn't see him, and he was glad for the chance to observe them in peace.
The girls in question perplexed him constantly because he seemed to be drawn to both. But they were so different...
"Pretty women," he mused, watching them exit the small campus café. "Fascinating... Sipping coffee," he smiled. Galinda did a little twirl in the middle of one of her stories. "Dancing... Pretty women are a wonder. Pretty women!"
He pretended that he found each woman equally appealing, but, if he was being honest, the nights he'd glimpsed Elphaba through the window of her dorm or the small smile she usually bade him at the base of the stairs stood out more in his mind.
"Sitting in the window or standing on the stair. Something in them cheers the air." Glancing to his side as he followed the pair, he realized that he wasn't the only one entranced by the duo. Boq was staring at Galinda like a puppy at a very rare and very luscious treat. "Pretty women..."
"Silhouetted..."
"Stay within you," he mused, realizing that, since he'd met Elphaba, he'd yet to go a day without thinking of her.
"Glancing," Boq sighed, wishing that Galinda's attention to him was more lingering.
"Stay forever." Was it a truth or a plea?
"Breathing lightly..." Galinda was quite delicate.
"Pretty women," Fiyero cried, knowing he had feelings for both.
"Pretty women!"
Fiyero's heart felt cut in two. He could picture Elphaba at the surprise dinner party Galinda had thrown for her birthday, and the cute way Galinda posed at her vanity, brushing her golden curls as if her life depended on it. "Blowing out their candles or combing out their hair -"
"Blowing out their candles, combing out their hair," Boq cut in, shrugging as if it made no difference. "Then they leave, even when they leave you and vanish they somehow can still can remain there with you, there with you" Boq cried, exasperated.
Fiyero nodded. "Even when they leave they still are there," he agreed, quietly. "They're there. Ah!"
"Pretty women -" they howled.
"At their mirrors -"
"In their gardens," Boq noted, thinking that Galinda herself was like a flower. A very beautiful, fragrant, precious flower.
"Letter-writing -"
"Flower-picking -" oh how Boq envied that beauteous pink flower, now snugly in Galinda's hair.
Elphaba glanced up at the ominous clouds gathering above as she and Galinda slipped into Crage Hall. "Weather-watching," Fiyero smiled.
"How they make a man sing! Proof of heaven as you're living," both cried, staggering across the lawn in what had suddenly become a downpour.
"Pretty women! Sir, pretty women! Yes pretty women, Pretty women, Pretty women, Pretty women..."