| My gal she’s the bluest ocean, she
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| Waits under the bluest sky for me
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| I belong to her, when I’m in the water
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| Some folks towel dry but I don’t bother
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| Down we go into the city, oh
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| Mount Kisco into the city, oh no
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| Everybody’s there, cozy as a cab fare
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| I’m just gonna jump out for some fresh air
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| I wake up alone
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| Is it today or is it tomorrow?
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| I put on my feet
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| Walk out the door into a busy street
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| (Ooh) The bluest sea
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| (Ooh) New York City
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| (Ooh) My gal and me
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| (Ooh) …
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| My guy he’s the brightest baby grand
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| Finds all of the brightest things he can
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| Violet indigo, leaves them on my pillow
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| Some call it a sham but I just find it so…
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| Oh, the places we could take some time
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| All the places we could spend some quality time
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| Let’s go overseas, let’s go to the movies
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| Everything looks better in old cities
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| I wake up alone
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| Am I in Amsterdam or Tokyo?
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| I put on my feet
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| Walk out the door into a busy street
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| (Ooh) Bright baby grand
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| (Ooh) New Amsterdam
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| (Ooh) My guy, my man
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| (Ooh) …
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| (Ooh) Indigo sky
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| (Ooh) My love and I
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| (Ooh) My gal, my guy
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| I wake up alone
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| Is it today or is it tomorrow?
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| I put on my feet
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| Walk out the door into a busy street |