She lightens my sadness,
She livens my days,
She bursts with a kind of madness
My well-ordered ways.
My happiest mistake, the ache of my life:
You must meet my wife.
She bubbles with pleasure,
She glows with surprise,
Disrupts my accustomed leisure
And ruffles my ties.
I don't know even now quite how it began.
You must meet my wife, my Anne.
One thousand whims to which I give in,
Since her smallest tear turns me ashen.
I never dreamed that I could live in
So completely demented, contented a fashion.
So sunlike, so winning,
So unlike a wife.
I do think that I'm beginning
To show signs of life.
Don't ask me how at my age one still can grow--
If you met my wife, you'd know.
[Desiree (speaking):]
Dear Fredrik,
I'm just longing to meet her.
She sparkles...
How pleasant.
She twinkles...
How nice.
Her youth is a sort of present--
Whatever the price.
The incandescent--what?--the--
[Desiree (offering a cigarette):]
--of my life.
You must meet my wife.
Yes, I must. I really must.
She flutters.
How charming.
She twitters.
My word!
She floats.
Isn't that alarming?
What is she, a bir
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You Must Meet My Wife Lyrics

Stephen Sondheim – You Must Meet My Wife Lyrics