| While other lovers sing your praises
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| In phases deftly lyrical
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| I’m a cat who’s better at a scat song
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| That’s satirical
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| In begging for your hand, sweet chick
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| I hope you’ll understand this lick
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| My love to you I bring on account a you can sing
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| Bli-Blip Varthy Flam flam flam Hipideedleada Baaaaaaaaaaimp
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| My love for you in true on account a you can do
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| Bli-Blip Varthy Flam flam flam Hipideedleada Baaaaaaaaaaimp
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| My poor heart gives a start like a Jitter Bug just won’t stop
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| Mix your crooning with my spooning and let me blow my top
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| Your love to me I’ve sworn on account a mine is your’n
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| Bli-Blip Varthy Flam flam flam Hipideedleada Baaaaaaaaaaimp
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| My love to you I bring on account a you can sing
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| Bli-Blip Varthy Flam flam flam Hipideedleada Baaaaaaaaaaimp
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| My love for you in true on account a you can do
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| Bli-Blip Varthy Flam flam flam Hipideedleada Baaaaaaaaaaimp
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| My poor heart gives a start like a Jitter Bug just won’t stop
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| Mix your crooning with my spooning and let me blow my top
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| Your love to me I’ve sworn on account a mine is your’n
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| Bli-Blip Varthy Flam flam flam Hipideedleada Baaaaaaaaaaimp |