| Oh, it really wasn’t my intention
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| To disregard convention
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| It was just an impulse
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| That had to be obeyed
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| Beacon Hill behavior we’ve been scorning
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| But I’ll still not go in mourning
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| Though my reputation
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| Is blemished, I’m afraid
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| What’s done is done
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| But wasn’t, and isn’t it, fun
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| Honestly, I thought you wouldn’t
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| Naturally, you thought you couldn’t
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| And probably we shouldn’t
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| But aren’t you kind of glad we did?
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| Actually, it all was blameless
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| (of course it was)
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| Nevertheless, they’ll call it shameless
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| (I suppose)
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| So the lady shall be nameless
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| (thank you)
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| But aren’t you kind of glad we did?
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| Socially, you’ll be an outcast
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| Obviously, we dined alone
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| On your good name there will be doubt cast
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| With never a sign of any chaperone
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| No matter how they may construe it
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| (it'll be the wrong way)
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| Whether or not, we have to rue it
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| (we will)
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| Whatever made us do it
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| Say, aren’t you kind of glad we did?
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| Honestly, I thought I couldn’t
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| Naturally, I thought I wouldn’t
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| And probably I shouldn’t
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| But aren’t you kind of glad we did?
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| Dinner was quite above suspicion
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| Milk in the glasses when they’d clink
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| Listening to a tired musician
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| But what is it Mrs. Grundy’s going to think?
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| That I’m a bounder, a rounder, a cad, a Boston blighter
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| When speaking of me, she’ll be no politer
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| Oh let’s turn to something brighter
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| Whatever we did, we’re glad we did |