| Whenever I feel afraid
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| I hold my head erect
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| And whistle a happy tune
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| So no one will suspect I’m afraid
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| While shivering in my shoes
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| I strike a careless pose
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| And whistle a happy tune
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| And no one ever knows I’m afraid
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| The result of this deception
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| Is very strange to tell
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| For when I fool the people I fear
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| I fool myself as well
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| I whistle a happy tune
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| And every single time
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| The happiness in the tune
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| Convinces me that I’m not afraid
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| Make believe you’re brave
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| And the trick will take you far
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| You may be as brave
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| As you make believe you are
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| You may be as brave
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| As you make believe you are!
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| The girl that I marry will have to be
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| As soft and as pink as a nursery
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| The girl I call my own
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| Will wear satin and laces and smell of cologne
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| Her nails will be polished and in her hair
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| She’ll wear a gardenia and I’ll be there
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| Stead of flittin', I’ll be sittin'
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| Next to her and she’ll purr like a kitten
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| A doll I can carry
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| The girl that I marry must be!
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| What good is sitting alone in your room
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| Come hear the music play
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| Life is a Cabaret old chum
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| Come to the Cabaret
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| Put down the knitting
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| The book and the broom
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| Time for a holiday
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| Life is Cabaret old chum
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| Come to the Cabaret
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| Come taste the wine, come hear the band
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| Come blow your horn, start celebrating
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| Right this way your table’s waiting
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| No use permitting some prophet of doom
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| To wipe every smile away
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| Life is a Cabaret old chum
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| Only a caberet old chum
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| So come to the Cabaret!
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| You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame
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| You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame
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| You’ve got the banjoes strummin'
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| And plunkin' out a tune to beat the band
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| The whole plantation’s hummin'
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| You brought Dixie back to Dixie land
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| You make the cotton easy to pick, Mame
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| You give my old mint julep a kick, Mame
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| You make the old magnolia tree
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| Blossom at the mention of your name
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| You’ve made us feel alive again
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| You’ve given us the drive again
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| To make the South revive again, Mame!
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| You make the cotton easy to pick, Mame
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| You give my old mint julep a kick, Mame
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| You make the old magnolia tree
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| Blossom at the mention of your name
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| You’re special fascination’ll
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| Proved to be inspirational
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| We think you’re just sensational, Mame!
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| Hello, hello Dolly, well hello Dolly
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| It’s so nice to have you back where you belong
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| You’re looking swell Dolly, we can tell Dolly
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| You’re still glowin', you’re still crowin', you’re still goin' strong
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| We feel the room swayin' for the band’s playin'
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| One of your old favorite songs from way back when
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| So… take her wrap fellas
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| Find her an empty lap fellas
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| Dolly you’ll never go away again!
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| We feel the room swayin' for the band’s playin'
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| One of your old favorite songs from way back when
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| So… golly gee fellas
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| Find her a vacant big knee fellas
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| Dolly you’ll never go away
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| Dolly you’ll never go away
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| Dolly you’ll never go away again! |