here on the street where I live

To be fair, Def Leppard had the idea too, "Action, Not words (gimme action, action, action not words)!" But Eliza understood it best, what none of the men had even begun to grasp, and she said it most eloquently to Freddie Eynsford-Hill, as he came after her on the street:


Words, words, words, I'm so sick of words
I get words all day through, first from him, now from you
Is that all you blighters can do?

Don't talk of stars burning above
If you're in love—show me.
Tell me no dreams, filled with desire
If you're on fire—show me.

Here we are together in the middle of the night
Don't talk of Spring, just hold me tight.
Anyone who's ever been in love will tell you that
This isn't any time for a chat!

Haven't your lips longed for my touch?
Don't say how much—show me, show me.
Don't talk of love, lasting through time,
Make me no undying vow—show me now!

Sing me no songs, read me no rhyme,
Don't waste your time—show me.
Don't talk June, don't talk of Fall;
Don't talk at all—show me.

Never do I ever want to hear another word
There isn't one I haven't heard.