Testo Would you light my candle Rent

Would you light my candle

Roger: What'd you forget
Mimi: Got a light?
Roger: I know you, you're...you're shivering
Mimi: It's nothing, they turned off my heat and I'm just a little weak on my feet. Would you light my candle? What are you staring at?
Roger: Nothing, your hair in the moonlight. You look familiar. Can you make it?
Mimi: Just haven't eaten much today, at least the room's stopped spinning anyway...What?
Roger: Nothing, your smile reminded me of...
Mimi: I always remind people of...who is she?
Roger: She died. Her name was April
Mimi: It's out again...sorry 'bout you friend. Would you light my candle?
Roger: Well...
Mimi: Yeah? Ouch!
Mimi: Dripping...I like it between my
Roger: ...Fingers, I figured...oh well, good night.

Roger: It blew out again?
Mimi: No, I think that I dropped my stash
Roger: I know I've seen you out and about, when I used to go out. Your candle's out.
Roger: The floor?
Mimi: They say that I have the best ass below 14th street, is it true?
Roger: What?
Mimi: You're staring again.
Roger: Oh no! I mean you do...have a nice, I mean, you look familiar
Mimi: Like your dead girlfriend
Roger: Only when you smile, but I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else...
Mimi: Do you go to the Cat Scratch Club? That's where I work, I dance. Help me look.
Roger: Yes! They used to tie you up.
Mimi: Its a living...
Roger: I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs
Mimi: We could light the candle, oh won't you light the candle?
Roger: Why don't you forget that stuff, you look like you're 16...
Mimi: I'm 19 but I'm old for my age. I'm just born to be bad.
Roger: I once was born to be bad...I used to shiver like that.
Mimi: I have no heat, I told you
Roger: I used to sweat
Mimi: I got a cold
Roger: Uh huh, I used to be a junkie
Mimi: Now and then I like to...
Roger: Uh huh
Mimi: Feel good
Roger: Oh hear it...
Mimi: What's that?
Roger: It's a candy bar wrapper.
Mimi: We could light the candle. Oh what to do with my candle?
Roger: That was my last match.
Mimi: Our eyes'll adjust, thank God for the moon.
Roger: Maybe its not the moon at all...I hear Spike Lee's shooting down the street.
Mimi: Bah humbug...bah humbug
Roger: Cold hands...
Mimi: Yours too...big, like my father's. Do you wanna dance?
Roger: With you?
Mimi: No, with my father
Roger: I'm Roger
Mimi: They call me, they call me...Mimi