BLANCHE
You have such exquisite taste
Chinese Chippendale
Walls swathed in festoons of silk
Such ornate detail
But there's one thing that is not in this hall
Edward - this house could use a wife!
We're lucky to live
In the great age of elegance
Poetry, opera and art
Sparing no expense
Rembrandt and Breughel and Bosch
In this room
With a rug from Chen Chou
That spent a thousand days on the loom
These are the finer things
And what is finer than a bride?
Pleasure and luxury
That only marriage can provide
The innuendo is implied
Chateau Lafitte twenty-eight
Oh! The perfect drink!
So much more drinkable now
Than last year, I think
Make no mistake
Like the taste of the wine
When it comes to a woman
You must scrutinize the vine
These are the finer things
And she must have what is her due
Priceless engagement rings
A family j**el, or maybe two
And, but of course, my darling - you!
Mozart and Schumann and Bach
Wrote the finest notes
Every cadenza delights
Every cadence floats
Music is glorious
But I declare
When it comes to a woman
Schumann just cannot compare
These are the finer things
That only beauty can supply
These are the finer things
And what's more beautiful than I?
For not a soul could give you more
Arpeggios and trills
Frolics and frills
Soon you will see
Of all your things
The very finest thing
Is me!