Gaston's Soliloquy Songtext
von Corey Cott

She′s a snip, just a snip
Making dreadful childish noise
Having fun with all her toys
Just a chickadee who needs her mother hen
She's a cub, a papoose
You could never turn her loose
She′s too infantile to take her from her pen

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


She's a girl, a silly girl
Adolescent to her toes
Good heavens, how it shows
Sticky thumbs are all the fingers she has got
She′s a girl, a clumsy girl
She′s as swollen as a grape
She doesn't have a shape
Where her figure ought to be, it is not

She′s a girl, a growing girl
But so backwards for her years
If a boy her age appears
I am certain he would 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


She's a girl, a little girl
Growing older, it is true
Which is what they always do
Until that unexpected hour
When they blossom like a
Like a flower