| I’ve never met you, yet never doubt, dear;
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| I can’t forget you, I’ve thought you out, dear
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| I know your profile and I know the way you kiss
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| Just the things I miss on a night like this
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| If dreams are made of imagination
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| I’m not afraid of my own creation
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| With all my heart, my heart is here for you to take
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| Why should I quake? |
| I’m not awake
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| Isn’t it romantic?
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| Music in the night, a dream that can be heard
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| Isn’t it romantic?
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| Moving shadows write the oldest magic word
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| I hear the breezes playing in the trees above
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| While all the world is saying you were meant for love
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| Isn’t it romantic
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| Merely to be young on such a night as this?
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| Isn’t it romantic?
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| Every note that’s sung is like a lover’s kiss
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| Sweet symbols in the moonlight
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| Do you mean that I will fall in love per chance?
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| Isn’t it romance?
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| My face is glowing, I’m energetic
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| The art of sewing I found poetic
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| My needle punctuates the rhythm of romance
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| I don’t give a stitch if I don’t get rich
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| A custom tailor who has no custom
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| Is like a sailor, no one will trust 'em
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| But there is magic in the music of my shears
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| I shed no tears, lend me your ears
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| Isn’t it romantic?
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| Soon I will have found some girl that I adore
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| Isn’t it romantic?
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| While I sit around my love can scrub the floor
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| She’ll kiss me every hour or she’ll get the sack
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| And when I take a shower she can scrub my back
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| Isn’t it romantic?
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| On a moonlight night she’ll cook me onion soup
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| Kiddies are romantic
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| And if we don’t fight we soon will have a troupe
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| We’ll help the population
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| It’s a duty that we owe to dear old France
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| Isn’t it romance? |