| Mr. Irving Berlin
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| Often emphasizes sin
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| In a charming way
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| Mr. Coward we know
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| Wrote a song or two to show
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| Sex was here to stay
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| Richard Rodgers it’s true
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| Took a more romantic view
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| Of this sly biological urge
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| But it really was Cole
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| Who contrived to make the whole
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| Thing merge
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| He said the Belgians and Greeks do it
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| Nice young men who sell antiques do it
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| Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
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| Monkeys whenever you look do it
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| Aly Khan and King Farouk do it
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| Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
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| Louella Parsons can’t quite do it
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| For she’s so highly strung
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| Marlene might do it
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| But she looks far too young
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| Each man out there shooting crap does it
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| Davy Crockett in that dreadful cap does it
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| Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
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| Our famous writers in swarms do it
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| Somerset and all the Maughams do it
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| Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
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| The Brontes felt that they must do it
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| Ernest Hemingway could—just—do it
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| Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
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| E. Allan Poe-ho! |
| ho! |
| ho! |
| did it
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| But he did it in verse
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| H. Beecher Stowe did it
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| But she had to rehearse
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| Tennessee Williams self-taught does it
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| Kinsey with a deafening report does it
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| Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
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| In the Spring of the year
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| Inhibitions disappear
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| And our hearts beat high
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| We had better face facts
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| Every gland that overacts
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| Has an alibi
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| For each bird and each bee
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| Each slap-happy sappy tree
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| Each temptation that lures us along
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| Is just Nature elle-meme
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| Merely singing us the same
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| Old song
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| In Texas some of the men do it
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| Others drill a hole-and then do it
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| Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
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| West Point cadets forming fours do it
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| People say all those Gabors do it
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| Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
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| My kith and kin, more or less, do it
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| Every uncle and aunt
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| But I confess to it-
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| I’ve one cousin that can’t
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| Teenagers squeezed into jeans do it
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| Probably we’ll live to see machines do it
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| Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
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| Each baby bat after dark does it
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| In the desert Wilbur Clark does it
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| Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
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| We’re told that every hormone does it
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| Victor Borge all alone does it
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| Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
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| Each tiny clam you consume does it
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| Even Liberace—we assume—does it
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| Let’s do it, let’s fall in love! |