[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?