Gigi

Lyrics

[GASTON] She's a babe Just a babe Still cavorting in her crib Eating breakfast with a bib With her baby teeth and all her baby curls She's a tot Just a tot Good for bouncing on your knee I am positive that she Doesn't even know that boys aren't girls She's a snip Just a snip Making dreadful baby 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 (Ha!) 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 child A silly child Adolescent to her toes And good heavens, how it shows Sticky thumbs are all the fingers she has got She's a child A clumsy child She's as swollen as a grape And she hasn't got a shape Where her figure ought to be, it is not Just a child A growing child But so backward for her years If a boy her age appears I am certain he will 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 No, 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 flower [GASTON, spoken] Oh, no Oh, no But— [GASTON] There's sweeter music when she speaks, isn't there? A different bloom about her cheeks, isn't there? Could I be wrong, could it be so? Oh where, oh where did Gigi go? Gigi Am I a fool without a mind Or have I merely been too blind to realize? Oh, Gigi Why, you've been growing up before my eyes Gigi You're not at all that funny, awkward little girl I knew Oh no Overnight there's been a breathless change in you Oh, Gigi While you were trembling on the brink Was I out yonder somewhere blinking at a star? Oh, Gigi Have I been standing up too close or back too far? When did your sparkle turn to fire And your warmth become desire? Oh, what miracle has made you the way you are? Gigi! Gigi! Gigi! Oh no! I was mad not to have seen the change in you Oh, Gigi While you were trembling on the brink Was I out yonder somewhere blinking at a star? Oh, Gigi Have I been standing up too close or back too far? When did your sparkle turn to fire And your warmth become desire? Oh, what miracle has made you the way you are?