| She’s a babe |
| Just a babe |
| Still cavorting in her crib |
| Eating breakfast with a bib |
| With her baby teeth |
| And all her baby curls |
| She’s a tot |
| Just a tot |
| Good for bouncing on your knee |
| I am positive that she |
| Doesn’t even know that boys aren’t girls |
| She’s a snip |
| Just a snip |
| Making dreadful baby noise |
| Having fun with all her toys |
| Just a chickadee who needs a 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 |
| Ah! She’s a child |
| A silly child |
| Adolescent to her toes |
| And good heaven how it shows |
| Sticky thumbs are all the fingers she has got |
| She’s a child |
| A clumsy child |
| She’s as swollen as a grape |
| And she doesn’t have a shape |
| Where her figure ought to be, |
| It is not! |
| Just a child |
| A growing child |
| That’s so backward for her years |
| If a boy her age appears |
| I am certain he will 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 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 |
| The most amazing shock to see |
| The way it clung |
| On one, so young! |
| She’s a girl, |
| A little girl! |
| Getting older, it is true |
| Which is what they always do |
| Till that unexpected hour |
| When they blossom like a flower! |
| Oh no (2x) |
| But… but, |
| There’s sweeter music when she speaks |
| 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 realise? |
| Oh Gigi! Why you’ve been growing up before my very eyes |
| Gigi! You’re not at all |
| That funny, awkward little girl, I knew |
| Oh no! Over night there’s been a breathless change in you |
| Chorus Verse: |
| 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! (3x) |
| Oh no! I was mad not to have seen the change in you |
| Oh Gigi! |