| Savoy, the home of sweet romance
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| Savoy, it wins you with a glance
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| Savoy, gives happy feet a chance to dance
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| Your old form just like a clinging vine
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| Your lips so warm and sweet as wine
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| Your cheek so soft and close to mine, divine
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| How my heart is singing
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| While the band is swinging
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| I’m never tired of romping
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| And stomping with you at the Savoy
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| What joy — a perfect holiday
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| Savoy, where we can glide and sway
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| Savoy, let me stomp away with you;
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| The home of sweet romance
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| It wins you at a glance
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| Gives happy feet a chance to dance
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| Just like a clinging vine
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| So soft and sweet as wine
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| So soft and close to mine, divine
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| How my heart is singing
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| While the band is swinging
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| I’m never, never, never tired of romping
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| And stomping with you at the Savoy
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| What joy — a perfect holiday
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| Savoy, where we can glide and sway
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| Savoy, let me stomp away with you; |