| I may be wrong but I think you’re wonderful
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| I may be wrong but I think you’re swell
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| I like your style say, I think it’s marvelous
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| I’m always wrong so how can I tell
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| Deuces to me are all aces, life is to me just a bore
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| Faces are all open spaces
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| You might be John Barrymore
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| You came along say I think you’re wonderful
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| I think you’re grand but I may be wrong
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| I may be wrong but I think you’re wonderful
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| I may be wrong but I think you’re swell
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| I like your style say, I think it’s marvelous
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| I’m always wrong so how can I tell
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| Deuces to me are all aces, life is to me just a bore
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| Faces are all open spaces
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| You might be John Barrymore
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| You came along say I think you’re wonderful
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| I think you’re grand but I may be wrong
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| You said that Edison would never make that light
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| You laughed at Mr. Franklin with his key and kite
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| The point of the song is I’m always wrong
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| But with you, baby I’m oh so right |