One (finale) Lyrics - Singles - A Chorus Line

[Boys] 

One singular sensation 

Every little step he takes. 

One thrilling combination 

Every move that he makes. 

One smile and suddenly nobody else will do; 

You know you'll never be lonely with you know who. 

One moment in his presence 

And you can forget the rest. 

For the guy is second best 

To none, 

Son. 

Ooooh! Sigh! Give him your attention. 

Do...I...really have to mention? 

He's the One? 

She walks into a room 

And you know 

[Girls] 

She's un- 

Commonly rare, very unique, 

Peripatetic, poetic and chic. 

[All] 

She walks into a room 

And you know from her 

Maddening pose, effortless whirl, 

She's the special girl. 

Stroll-ing, 

Can't, help, 

All of her qualities extol-ling. 

Loaded with charisma is my 

Jauntily sauntering, ambling shambler. 

She walks into a room 

And you know you must 

Shuffle along, join the parade. 

She's the quintessence of making the grade. 

This is whatcha call 

Trav-ling. 

Oh, strut your stuff! 

Can't get enough 

Of her. 

Love her. 

I'm a son of a gun, 

She is one of a 

Kind... 

[Boys & Girls parts simultaneously] 

[Boys] 

One singular sensation 

Every little step she takes. 

One thrilling combination 

Every move that she makes. 

One smile and suddenly nobody else will do; 

You know you'll never be lonely with you know who. 

One moment in her presence 

And you can forget the rest. 

For the girl is second best 

To none, 

Son. 

Ooooh! Sigh! Give her your attention. 

Do...I...really have to mention? 

She's the One? 

[Girls] 

She walks into a room 

And you know from her 

Maddening pose, effortless whirl, 

She's the special girl. 

Stroll-ing, 

Can't, help, 

All of her qualities extol-ling. 

Loaded with charisma is my 

Jauntily sauntering, ambling shambler. 

She walks into a room 

And you know you must 

Shuffle along, join the parade. 

She's the quintessence of making the grade. 

This is whatcha call 

Trav-ling. 

Oh, strut your stuff! 

Can't get enough 

Of her. 

Love her. 

I'm a son of a gun, 

She is one of a 

Kind... 

[All] 

One singular sensation 

Every little step she takes. 

One thrilling combination 

Every move that she makes. 

One smile and suddenly nobody else will do; 

You know you'll never be lonely with you know who. 

One moment in her presence 

And you can forget the rest. 

For the girl is second best 

To none, 

Son. 

Ooooh! Sigh! Give her your attention. 

Do...I...really have to mention? 

She's the... 

She's the... 

She's the... 

One!