Is he gone? Can you imagine? He asked me to marry him. 
                Me, the wife of that boorish, brainless . . . 

                "Madame Gaston!"
                Can't you just see it?
                "Madame Gaston!"
                His "little wife"
                No sir! Not me!
                I guarantee it
                I want much more than this provincial life
                I want adventure in the great wide somewhere
                I want it more than I can tell
                And for once it might be grand
                To have someone understand
                I want so much more than they've got planned