Who Could Ever Have Dreamed Up You?

[Philippe]
You were the best, you win the prize
You made the night effervescent
The dress, the voice, the lows, the highs
It was beyond incandescent!

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
A craziness over you

Lead the way on
No matter to where, I'll follow!
Love completely adoring and new
Can you believe I felt myself soaring?
It's true, I love you!

And from the very first moment I saw you! It's really true! C'est vroi! Absolutement!

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

[Philippe]
More!

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

[Philippe]
Oh, Christine, I'm in love with you

[Christine]
Can it even be?
Did I hit the "G"?

[Philippe]
I’m gone

[Christine]
Did I learn the trill?
Never mind, I will

[Philippe]
And all askew, a love

[Christine]
Was I really good?

[Philippe]
Adoring and new

[Christine]
Did I move the way I should?

[Philippe]
Can you believe I felt myself soaring?
It’s true, 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
It complicates what I’m choosing

So much to absorb and ponder
My heart, just as yours, growing fonder
I hate to speak--perhaps next week
I'll come 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 that comes to so very few

[Both]
Oh, someone wonderful must have
Dreamed up you!