| All my saints have taken bribes
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| Singing, «Going, going, gone.»
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| All the angels taken dives
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| Leaving you the only one
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| If I loose a sequin here and there
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| More salt than pepper in my hair
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| Can I rely on you when all the songs are through
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| To be for me the everthere, everthere?
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| Slide into another book
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| Now and then laugh out loud
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| Throw that very dirty look
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| Which says, «Okay, stop staring at me now.»
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| If I loose the sequence here and there
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| Less derring do than quiet care
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| Can I rely on you for a good talking to
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| To be for me the everthere, everthere?
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| If I loose a sequin here and there
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| And take my time on every stair
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| Can I rely on you when this whole thing is through
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| To be for me the everthere, everthere? |