| When there’s a sun above
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| I always find
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| Romantic thoughts of love
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| Never enter my mind
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| But when the day is done
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| I find that instead
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| I just love ev’ryone
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| And as Elizabeth Barrett Browning once said
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| Hey, good-lookin'
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| Say, what’s cookin'?
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| Do you feel like bookin'
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| Some fun tonight?
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| He, hey, hey, hey, good-lookin'
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| If you’re not already tooken
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| Could you meet me soon
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| In the moon
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| Light?
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| Why don’t we two go roamin'
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| Through the gloamin'
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| While the stars are combin'
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| The skies above?
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, good-lookin'
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| Give in and we’ll begin cookin'
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| That delish
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| Little dish
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| Called love
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| Your voice, Miss Ovaltine
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| Has me impressed
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| You’re the missing link between
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| Lily Pons and Mae West
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| But I must warn you, Ma’am
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| If later you’re free
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| That I’m half wolf, my lamb
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| And as the famous Tallulah muttered to me
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| Hey, good-lookin'
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| Say, what’s cookin'?
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| Do you feel like bookin'
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| Some fun tonight?
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| He, hey, hey, hey, good-lookin'
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| If you’re not already tooken
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| Could you meet me soon
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| In the moon
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| Light?
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| Why don’t we two go roamin'
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| Through the gloamin'
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| While the stars are combin'
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| The skies above?
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, good-lookin'
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| Give in and we’ll begin cookin'
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| That delicious
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| Little divine
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| That so appetizing
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| That delightful
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| Itty-bitty-bite-full
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| Called love |