| He started a company
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| When he was a young man
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| Handsome, and like a reed so tall
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| With a face like an old photograph
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| She would fall for him
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| Fall for him
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| She would fall
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| She wore her mother’s cocktail dress
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| With saddle shoes
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| She was pretty and she was small
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| She worked the switchboard
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| Down the hall from him
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| Down the hall
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| He said: 'Hello little woman'
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| She said: 'Hello big man'
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| And that was how the wooing
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| And the winning began
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| He said: 'Hello little woman'
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| She said: 'Hello big man'
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| Of course New York in those days
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| Was carriage rides and matinees
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| He took her to a ball
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| At the Waldorf Astoria
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| He would fall for her
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| Fall for her, he would fall
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| You could hear them laugh
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| As they danced in their room
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| And the shadows on the avenue
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| Rose into a jealous moon
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| Which swung low in the dawn like
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| To see what was going on with those two
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| You keep on expecting
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| Something to go wrong
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| And nothing does
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| They still live in the house
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| Where we were born
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| Pictures of us kids
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| Hanging up all over the walls
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| And some say he built his empire
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| For wealth and toil
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| But, if you ask him why
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| He’ll say he did it all for her
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| All for her
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| All for her |