| Tra la, it’s May, the lusty month of May
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| That lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray
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| Tra la, it’s here, that shocking time of year
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| When tons of wicked little thoughts merrily appear
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| It’s May, it’s May, that gorgeous holiday
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| When every maiden prays that her lad will be a cad
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| It’s mad, it’s gay, a libelous display
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| Those dreary vows that everyone takes
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| Everyone breaks
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| Everyone makes divine mistakes
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| The lusty month of May
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| Whence this fragrance wafting through the air?
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| What sweet feelings does its scent transmute?
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| Whence this perfume floating everywhere?
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| Don’t you know it’s that dear forbidden fruit
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| Tra la la la la, that dear forbidden fruit, tra la la la la
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| Tra la la la la, tra la, tra la, tra la la la la la la la la la
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| It’s May, the lusty month of May
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| That darling month when everyone throws self-control away
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| It’s time to do a wretched thing or two
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| And try to make each precious day, one you’ll always rue
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| It’s May, it’s May, the month of yes you may
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| The time for every frivolous whim, proper or im-
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| It’s wild, it’s gay, a blot in every way
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| The birds and bees with all of their vast amorous past
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| Gaze at the human race aghast
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| The lusty month of may
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| Tra la, it’s May, the lusty month of May
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| That lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray
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| Tra la, it’s here, that shocking time of year
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| When tons of wicked little thoughts merrily appear
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| It’s May, it’s May, the month of great dismay
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| When all the world is brimming with fun, wholesome or un-
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| It’s mad, it’s gay, a libelous display
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| Those dreary vows that everyone takes
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| Everyone breaks
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| Everyone makes divine mistakes
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| The lusty month of May |