| Until I met you baby
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| I only played with the band
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| But when I play my polonaise now
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| On my piano grand
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| I cant help but thinkin
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| Of our first one night stand
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| When my precious hands were tinkling
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| On my little georgie sand
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| Come on and danse with me george
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| The pants youre wearing mama
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| And the cigar in your hand
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| Sorta put me off at first
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| I didnt understand
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| But now I love my vichy mama
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| I adore you and
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| I wouldnt ever leave you baby
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| For another man
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| Come on and danse with me george
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| You know your lips can spout quotations
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| But when your hips start their gyrations
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| They can thaw valley forge
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| Danse with me george
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| The memoirs of a mademoiselle
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| Far ahead of her time
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| Has left us all a legend
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| Thats never gonna die
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| To say your ways were novel
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| Would be a lousy pun
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| But of late Ive been feelig awful
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| I want to have me some fun
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| So come on Put your pen aside baby
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| Come on Your lips are driving me crazy
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| We could talk this out Im sure
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| If you would just shut your mouth
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| So come on,
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| So come on,
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| Da, da, da danse with me george
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| Well your lips can spout quotations (waltzin, minuet, mazurka)
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| But when your hips start their gyrations (doin it till were beserka)
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| They could thaw valley forge
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| Danse with me george
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| Le danse
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| The legend that you leave us is never gonna die… |