| Bess
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| There’s a boat that’s leaving soon for New York
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| Come with me
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| That’s where we belong, sister
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| You and me can live that high life in New York
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| Come with me
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| There you can’t go wrong, sister
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| I’ll buy you the swellest mansion
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| Up on upper Fifth Avenue
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| And through Harlem we’ll go strutting
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| We’ll go a-strutting
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| And there’ll be nothing
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| Too good for you
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| I’ll dress you in silks and satins
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| In the latest Paris styles
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| All the blues you’ll be forgetting
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| You’ll be forgetting
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| There’ll be no fretting
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| Just nothing but smiles
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| Come along with me
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| That’s the place
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| Don’t be a fool, come along
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| Come along!
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| There’s a boat that’s leaving soon for New York
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| Come with me
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| That’s where we belong
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| Sister, that’s where we belong
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| There’s a boat that’s leaving soon for New York
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| Come with me
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| That’s where we belong
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| Bess!
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| That’s where we belong!
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| Come on, Bess! |