| Here she comes, down the street
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| My, oh my, ain’t she sweet?
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| Why, here comes my hot toddy
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| Over my dead body
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| I’ll capture her heart singing
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| Just wait until she gets a load of my dancing
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| Just wait till I start singing
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| I’ll take her strolling down the road with my dancing
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| I can’t go wrong, a tender song and she’ll discover my charms
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| Some fancy taps and she’ll collapse and fall right into my arms
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| I’ll capture her heart singing
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| Oh no, you haven’t a chance when I go into my dance
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| I’ll take you through life singing
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| I’ll make you my wife dancing
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| If you could dance instead of sing
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| I’d learn to love you somehow
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| If you could sing instead of dance
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| I’d take you home with me now
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| The way you sing don’t mean a thing
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| You’d better stick to your dance
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| And as for you, your dance won’t do You’ll have to sing for romance
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| I’ll capture her heart…
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| I’ll capture her heart…
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| Singing!
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| Dancing!
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| Crosby sings pretty swell
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| Fred Astaire dances well
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| I’m that combination
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| That’s my reputation
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| I’ll capture your heart singing
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| And then I’ll take you down the road with my dancing
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| Just wait till I start singing
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| And wait until you get a load of my dancing
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| I can’t go wrong, a tender song and you’ll discover my charms
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| And then some taps and you’ll collapse and fall right into my arms
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| I’ll capture your heart singing
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| And then we’ll start a romance when I go into my dance |