| Being in love used to be my fav’rite dream
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| Oh, yes
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| I’ve been in love more than anybody else has
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| I guess
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| My first love heroic’ly ran the streetcar
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| I tingled at ev’ry clang clang
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| Next I fell for the principal
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| But, oh that teacher who sang «In the Gloamin'.»
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| Knee-deep in love--what a lovely dream!
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| And yet, somehow
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| Me deep in love’s only half of what I’m longing for now
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| I still love my being in love with someone
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| But tell me, why couldn’t there be
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| Somebody being in love with me?
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| All I want is a plain man
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| All I want is a modest man
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| A quiet man, a gentle man
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| A straightforward and honest man
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| To sit with me in a cottage somewhere in the state of Iowa…
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| And I would like him to be more interested in me
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| Than he’s in himself and more interested in us than in me…
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| And if occasionally he’d ponder
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| What makes Shakespeare and Beethoven great
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| Him I could love 'til I die
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| Him I could love 'til I die!
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| Being in love--what a lovely dream!
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| And yet, somehow
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| Being in love’s only half of what I’m longing for now
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| And so then |
| Tonight I’ll be in there dreaming
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| And hoping that someday there’ll be
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| Just once!
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| Somebody being in love with me… |