| Max, you’ve pulled the stops out
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| (sung)
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| It looks like Gala Night aboard the S.S. Titanic
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| Will we play spot the actor
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| As if we’re visiting a gallery of waxworks?
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| Would you rather I mix for you a dry martini
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| Or shall I open the champagne
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| Max, don’t be evasive
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| Who’s she invited to the ball?
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| Madame herself made every call
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| Here. |
| Happy New Year
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| Norma, I can’t take this
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| Oh, shut up. |
| Open it. |
| Read what it says
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| «Mad about the boy»
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| Yes; |
| and you do look absolutely divine
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| Well, thank you
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| I had these tiles put in, you know, because Rudy Valentino said to me, «It takes tiles to tango.» |
| Come on
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| No, no, not on the same floor as Valentino!
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| Oh come on, come on, come on. |
| Get up. |
| Follow me. |
| And one, two…
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| and one, two, one, two, together. |
| And one. |
| Don’t lean back like that
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| Norma, it’s that thing. |
| It tickles |