The Finer Things

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!