Gaston’s Soliloquy

Lyrics
[GASTON] She's a snip Just a snip Making dreadful childish noise Having fun with all her toys Just a chickadee who needs a mother hen She's a cub, a papoose You could never turn her loose She's too infantile to take her from her pen Of course, that weekend in Trouville In spite of all her youthful zeal She was exceedingly polite And, on the whole, a sheer delight And if it wasn't joy galore At least not once was she a bore That I recall No, not at all Oh, she's a girl A silly girl Adolescent to her toes Good heaven, how it shows Sticky thumbs are all the fingers she has got She's a girl A clumsy girl She's as swollen as a grape She doesn't got a shape Where her figure ought to be, it is not She's a girl A growing girl But so backward for her years If a boy her age appears I am certain he would never call again She's a scamp and a brat Doesn't know where she is at Unequipped and undesirable to men Of course, I must, in truth, confess That in that brand-new little dress She looked surprisingly mature And had a definite allure It was a shock, in fact, to me A most amazing shock to see The way it clung On one so young Oh, she's a girl A little girl Growing older, it is true Which is what they always do Till that unexpected hour When they blossom like a— [GASTON, spoken] Like a flower
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Credits
- Writers
- Alan Jay Lerner
- Frederick Loewe