| Who cares if you’re Jewish
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| And your breath smells of garlic
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| And your nose is a shiny red light
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| To me you are gorgeous
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| And everything’s right
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| When I turn off the living room light
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| Your clothes are old-fashioned
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| Your knuckles are bony
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| Your hair looks a terrible sight
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| But I don’t have to see you
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| The way that you are
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| When I turn off the living room light
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| When I turn off the living room light
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| I don’t have to see you
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| The way that you are
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| When I turn off the living room light
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| Well it’s not that you are ugly
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| And I’m not being cruel
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| It helps me to relax, dear
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| It helps to keep me cool
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| Now I am not intending
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| To make you feel ashamed
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| What’s wrong in me pretending?
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| 'Cause you can’t help being plain
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| Your nose may be bulbous
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| Your face may be spotty
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| Your skin may be wrinkled and tight
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| But I don’t want to see you
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| The way that you are
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| So I turn off the living room light
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| We don’t feel so ugly
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| We don’t feel so draggy
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| We don’t feel so twisted up tight
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| And we don’t feel as ugly as we really are
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| When we turn off the living room light
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| When we turn off the living room light
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| We don’t feel as ugly as we really are
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| When we turn off the living room light |