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Musical: Jane Eyre
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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 jewel, 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!
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