Frederick Loewe
Gigi
GASTON:
There's sweeter music when she sings, 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?