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The
Earth and Other Minor Things
Gigi:The postman or Mamma or Aunt Alicia —
That's all it seems to be a question of; ...
And not a mention anywhere of love.
What is there that anyone can teach,
If everything I want is out of reach?
I know about the earth and other minor things;
Why caterpillars smile and summertime has wings.
How, if somewhere there’s always a dawn,
The earth must be worth being on.
But there’s something that makes a continual riddle of
it.
Why oh why I’m here in the middle of it all.
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I don’t belong where the crowds are.
I don’t I belong where the clouds are?
Then where do I belong?
Paris
is Paris Again:
Honoré: Night in the sky ...
From the street comes the cry of the rooster
in search of the hen.
And Paris is Paris Again.
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Moon burning bright,
And like bats in the night
Come the well-feathered demimondaine.
And Paris is Paris again.
I Never
Want to Go Home Again:
Gigi: I never want to go home again
Where I want to hide is anywhere the tide is;
Staring at the ocean forever, and never go home again.
I never want to see Paris again.
No, I never want to see Paris again
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Where I want to be is anywhere that free is;
Anywhere the sea is forever,
And never go home again.
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The
Contract:
(The dealing between Alicia the lawyer)
DU: Madame,
This is a document of love, The tender declaration of
A man whose aim is spreading sunshine, nothing more.
A contract with the most generous conditions
He has ever offered anyone before.
Such are his feelings for your niece that he's provided
For her as Louis for Dubarry in Versailles did.
A paradise where Romance blooms ...
AL: How many baths? How many rooms?
DU: She'll view a lovely world henceforth ...
AL: The view had better not be north.
It's simpler to imagine wonderland
If you have a little floor plan in mind.
DU: Monsieur indulgently
will give
A princely sum on which to live.
In a burst of kindness he'll confer
a sum of seven thousand per.
AL: A modest burst,
but not a bust.
It's not a windfall; just a gust.
But if it's no financial coup.
Seven thousand francs per month will do.
DU: What-what did you say?
What-what did I hear?
Not-not-not per month,
But-but-but per year!
In
This Wide, Wide World:
In this wide, wide world
Must be oh so many girls better for you than I.
In this wide, wide world
There is someone who
Is more ideal for you.
Someone who's more your world:
Wiser arms, a far more knowing smile.
Charm galore, she'll have,
Than I possess;
With so much more finesse and style;
Someone used to this wide, wide world
Who can love and still not hope too high;
Who can live your life
And give your life
The things I can't supply ... !
And if you find her ... I'll die!
So I called you today, called you to say,
After reflecting and pond'ring and thinking about you,
I'd rather be mis'rable with you than without you.
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