| Do you think that we could risk an evening at the Ritz!
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| Another shabby hotel room would really blitz my ego
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| Why must we meet like this! |
| Sharing illicit kisses
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| You turn a blind eye to the fact that your leaving my heart in pieces
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| I know a little cafe noir where we can sit and count the stars
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| We can stay till the early hours, supposing of course they allow us
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| And when they play «As Time Goes By» memories seem to hide here
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| And while the world is deep in slumber we’ll dance the the eternal rumba
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| Won’t you come away with me
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| Leave it all behind
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| There’s a happy ending somewhere
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| Between the lines…
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| What more can you ask of me, yet another Penthouse suite!
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| Going through my dimes and quarters, slipping away like water
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| So through her expensive tastes your pockets have gone to waste
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| And I can tell by the way you lie there you’re only a paper tiger
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| No more early mornings as I gaze in Your eyes
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| No more hidden kisses and sleepy lullabies…
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| I’m constantly aware of the things we can never share
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| At the stork club some chic little pub that I could never afford…
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| But I wish that I could bare your ultra feminine flair
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| For your accent on current events over dinner drives me spare…
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| Dinner at the Ritz, I’d be pleased to make an appointment
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| I’ll be at your door an hour before we arranged |