Good Thing He Can't Read My Mind

I am at the opera; I don't like the opera,
But he loves the opera and I love him
I follow the libretto; I follow the conductor
When I follow the plot my head begins to spin
I don't understand a word, even when it's English
Everyone around me says, ooh, this is divine
I don't like the opera, but look I'm at the opera
It's a good thing he can't read my mind

How long did you say this opera was?  Six hours????
Oh . . . pinch me!

Look at me, I'm skiing when I do not like skiing,
But he loves skiing and I love him
I rent the boots and poles; I shiver in the cold
I'm charging down the mountain risking life and limb
There's no exhilaration; I'm only feeling terrified
Everyone around me's having such a great time
I do not like skiing, but look at me, I'm skiing
It's a good thing he can't read my mind
(Yes, exhilarating is just the very word I was thinking of . . .  
Scared of heights?  Oh, no, not me.)

I am [bad word]  I'm just making observations
Expanding your horizons is a sign of sophistication
Now I tolerate cigars 'cause he's a smoker
I'm playing chess though I confess sometimes I long for poker

I am eating sushi when I do not like sushi,
But he loves sushi and I love him
I'm poking with a chopstick at the living, breathing fishstick
Oh, my God! I think it's trying to swim.
Some say eating sushi is like chewing on your own cheek
Or sucking down a bucketful of tentacled slime
I do not like sushi, but look I'm eating sushi
It's a good thing he can't read my mind
(Yes, this is a very interesting texture. What is it? Oh . . .)

So if you see me in the sushi bar, see me in the mezzanine,
See me on a ski slope looking scared
Hey, don't feel sorry for me; I must be in love
Why in the [bad word] else would I be there
Before I met him life was dull; I never took any chances
Now I leap at every opportunity I find
I do not like sushi; I do not like skiing or the opera
Maybe I will in time; maybe I will in time

White water rafting?  Oh sure, I'd love to . . . let's go!