Count de Chandon:
You were the best, you win the prize
You made the night effervescent
The dress, the voice, the lows, the highs
It was beyond incandescant! 

Can it have been I who first found you?
Can these be my arms now around you?
Such poetry! Can you be real?
Or are you someone imagined? 

Who could ever have dreamed up you?
What kind of mind
Could ever have made that face?
There couldn't be two
In heaven and earth like you
One of a kind, like holding two pair of aces
I was nothing and nowhere till now
But from this moment I'll only go where you go!
I hope he's taking a bow
Whoever knew what to do,
That someone wonderful who once
Dreamed up you. 

Oh, Christine, I'm in love with you!
Totally gone, defeated and all askew!
I'm feeling it start
craziness over you 

Lead the way on,
No matter to where, I'll follow!
 [bad word] adoring and new
Can you believe I fell myself soaring
It's [bad word] -I love you! 

"And from the very first moment I saw you! It's really [bad word] #33; C'est vroi! Absolutement!" 

Christine:
Tell me once again, tell me once again
On a scale of ten, was I maybe six or seven? 

Count de Chandon:
"More!" 

Christine:
Don't exaggerate, seven-and-a-half of eight
Any more than that I'd be in heaven... 

Count:
Oh, Christine, I'm in love with you. 

Christine:
Cant it even be?
Did I hit the "G"? 

Count:
I'm gone... 

Christine:
Did I learn the trill?
Never mind I will... 

Count:
And all askew, a love 

Christine:
Was I really good? 

Count:
Adoring..and new... 

Christine:
Did I move the way I should? 

Count:
Can you believe I fell myself soaring?
It's [bad word]  I love you! 

Christine:
Philippe, please wait just a moment...
The words you say, the things I feel
Are getting a bit confusing.
Some things you know, some things you don't
 [bad word] what I'm choosing
So much to absorb and ponder
my heart, just as yours, growing fonder...
I hate to speak--perhaps next week
 [bad word] to an understanding... 

Who would ever have dreamed of this...
That I'd be here
With someone I'd love to kiss
It's something so pure, it almost approaches bliss!
The kind of gift [bad word] to so very few... 

Both:
Oh someone wonderful...must have
Dreamed up you!