Gracious Living Fantasy lyrics
by Stephen Sondheim
[GENE, spoken]
Yes, I think I could be happy in an apartment like this. Why I can see myself now—coming home of an evening from the Exchange, where I've just cornered wheat—or steel. I sit myself by the fireplace in a Louis Quatorze chair—in my hand a tumbler of Napoleon brandy—as I open my copy of Town and Country—