| There never was a gal I could love, like I love my Josephine
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| She’s a flirt, she’s a scamp, she’s the vampiest vamp I’ve ever seen
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| It seems to me she’s always flirting with the fellows passing by
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| But when I say she winks, then she tells me she thinks
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| There’s a cinder in her eye
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| I believe it would be better if I’d leave her and forget
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| Everybody says it would be wise
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| But each time that I go out to dance with somebody else
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| I find myself dancing with tears in my eyes
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| For there’s nobody quite so nice who can be quite so mean
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| As my gal, what a gal, Josephine
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| There never was a gal I could love, like I love my Josephine
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| She’s a flirt, she’s a scamp, she’s the vampiest vamp I’ve ever seen
|
| It seems to me she’s always flirting with the fellows passing by
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| But when I say she winks, then she tells me she thinks
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| There’s a cinder in her eye
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| I believe it would be better if I’d leave her and forget
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| Everybody says it would be wise
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| But each time that I go out to dance with somebody else
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| I find myself dancing with tears in my eyes |
| For there’s nobody quite so nice who can be quite so mean
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| As my gal, what a gal, Josephine |