| Should I reveal exactly how I feel
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| Should I confess I love you
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| Should I recite beneath the pale moonlight
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| And swear by stars above you
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| Could I repeat the sweetest story told
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| Could I entreat, would it be too bold now
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| Should I reveal exactly how I feel
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| Should I confess I love you
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| Five foot two, eyes of blue
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| But oh, what those five foot could do
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| Has anybody seen my gal
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| Turned up nose, turned down hose
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| Never had no other beaus
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| Has anybody seen my gal
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| Now if you run into a five foot two, covered with fur
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| Diamond rings and all those things
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| Bet your life it isn’t her
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| But could she love, could she woo
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| Could she, could she, could she coo
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| Has anybody seen my gal
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| I’m forever blowing bubbles
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| Pretty bubbles in the air
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| They fly so high, nearly reach the sky
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| Then like my dreams they fade and die
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| Fortune’s always hiding
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| I’ve looked everywhere,
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| I’m forever blowing bubbles
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| Pretty bubbles in the air!
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| Ain’t she sweet
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| See her coming down that street
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| Now I ask you very confidentially
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| Ain’t she sweet
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| Ain’t she nice
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| Look her over once or twice
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| Now I ask you very confidentially
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| Ain’t she nice
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| Just cast an eye
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| In her direction
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| Oh me oh my
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| Ain’t that perfection
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| I repeat
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| Don’t you think that’s kind of neat
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| And I ask you very confidentially
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| Ain’t she sweet
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| Ain’t she! |