Jenny, you're a miracle; is there nothing you conceal? Jenny, you astonish me; never hiding what you feel. Other pleasures, and I've known many, afternoons in warm Venetian squares. Brief encounters, long siestas, pleasures old and new, can't compare with you. You amaze me; where did you come from? You do things champagne could never do. Crystal winters, crimson summers, other pleasures I would trade them all for you. Pleasures old and new can't compare with you. Wild mimosa, the scent of evening, shuttered rooms with sunlight breaking through. Crazy soirées, lazy Sundays, other pleasures, I would trade them all for you. Sailing off in the night on a silver lake, taking more from this life than I ought to take, other pleasures, I would trade them all for you.
Written by Andrew Lloyd Webber.