Musical Bodies

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Can you name the musical based on the lyric mentioning a body part?

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There's powder upon your vest my Lord and stubble upon your cheek
So I put on her shoes and tights and all but the foot's too small
Asleep you can't lift a finger
Hands touch, eyes meet, sudden silence, sudden heat
I got my ears, I got my eyes
The waters drag me down, I reach for your hand
I got lost in his arms but look what I have found
Hear the beat of dancing feet
Look with your heart and not with your eyes
Hands and faces, earth and sky
Music from those hands could catch you like a spell
He has magic fingers, he has magic hands
To see moments of enchantment on our faces
And I find I can't hide from your eyes
That's just the chip on my shoulder
In her eyes, in her voice, in the heat that filled the air
He said me eyes were deep blue pools, me skin as soft as snow
Played with his flag and tapped his fingers then took a walk
I close my eyes and I see him there
And in my sister's eyes I recognise the star I want to be
No more lips, no more tongue, no more ears, no more eyes
So find her and bring her to heel
When the cat has got your tongue there's no need for dismay
What is the good of the strongest heart?
Without him I feel his arms around me
Face it brother, we're joined at the hip
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
When the sky is golden red take me in your arms to bed
Take my hand on bended knee, bended knee
The withered leaves collect at my feet
Shall we still be together with our arms around eachother?
This face, which earned a mother's fear and loathing
I'd turn my head, I'd back away
I feel your fingers cold on my shoulder
The pavement always stayed beneath my feet before
So take that look off your face
Once again I'm a little depressed by the tired old face I see
A hand above the water, an angel reaching for the sky
I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down
There's a chill in the air and there's ice in my veins
Hold my hand and we're half way there
When I see someone rich both my thumbs start to itch
The rats on the street haul tins around my feet
You know nothing of maddness, 'til you are climbing her hair

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