I miss musical theatre way to much.

Hold My Hand'
Jeff Blumenkrantz

There must one sorta decent guy out there
who's willing to hold my hand.
Hold it for all to see,
sweaty though it's bound to be...

'Cause if he held my hand he would own my heart
before the count of three;
and maybe I could trick the guy
to fall in love with me.

There must be some sweet fool
who would dare to take my hand on a crowded street
or at a table in some cafe
or even halfway through a matinee.

He'd sometimes squeeze,
and sometimes stroke,
and sometimes let it be;
and maybe I could trick that fool
to fall in love with me.

I wouldn't care what those five fingers did all day
They could roll cigars, or detail cars,
or draft a spaceship that flies to mars.
They could feed the homeless,
or match up DNA.

As long as those fingers are tangled up in mine by nightfall
anything's, everything's ok

There must be one kinda normal chump out there
who's ready to take a leap.
Give me a second look.
Skip the cover, read the book...

And when I find that chump,
who's willing to embrace my one demand
I'll give the world,
because he held my hand.

My strangely clammy,
chewed up fingernail,
often trembling,
yet virtuosic,
anti-bacterial lotion wearing-
hand...