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!