| I was watching TV late last night
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| And a scene transported me
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| Long gone figures came back to life
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| In a documentary
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| Though I saw them dance for joy
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| I was sad I missed that show
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| If I had a time machine
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| I know just where I’d go
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| I was born too late to see Josephine Baker
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| Dancing in a Paris cabaret
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| Born too late to see Josephine Baker
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| She must have been great in her heyday
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| Now some they stand out from a crowd
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| Even at an early age
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| I suppose that her call was loud
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| 'Cause she just lit up the stage
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| You can put on all that gloss
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| And still not have to feel
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| What’s inside will come across
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| And only real is real
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| I was born too late to see Josephine Baker
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| Dancing in a Paris cabaret
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| Born too late to see Josephine Baker
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| She must have been great in her heyday
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| I’m sometimes trapped by the close confines
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| Of the age I’m born into
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| Though there were others worse than mine
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| Well, I miss what I can’t do
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| Join the feast of Ancient Greece
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| See Alexander’s Library
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| Maybe clink a champagne toast
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| With a jazz age dancing queen
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| I was born too late to see Josephine Baker
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| Dancing in a Paris cabaret
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| Born too late to see Josephine Baker
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| She must have been great in her heyday
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| In black and white film you can’t mistake her
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| She must have been great in her heyday |