| Everybody listen
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| 'Cause I found what I’ve been missing
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| She’s oh so, so divine
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| And beneath the latest fashion
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| There’s a lady filled with passion
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| But she’s always so refined
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| Every time we go dancing people stop and stare, can’t compare
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| She’s making me look just like a Fred Astaire
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| Later on when we’re alone at last
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| She has her way, don’t dare say
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| Now in L.A. or Manhattan
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| In her roller skates or satin
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| She’s so silky, that’s her name
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| And not since Wendell Willkie
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| Has the world seen anybody like my silky
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| She’s the one
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| Every time we go out the people stop and stare, can’t compare
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| She’s making me feel just like a millionaire
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| And if you wonder why she stays with me
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| Well I’ve got my ways, don’t dare say
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| Hey now, everybody listen
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| 'Cause I found what I’ve been missing
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| And she’s oh so, so unique
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| In her Porsche or her Mercedes
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| She’s the envy of the ladies
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| As the French say: Magnifique
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| Hey now listen
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| Found what I’ve been missing
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| Oh my silky, she’s the one
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| Hey now listen
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| I found what I’ve been missing
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| Oh my silky, you’re the one
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| Silky, ah |