| ELLA FITZGERALD AND DUKE ELLINGTON
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| I went down to the dance
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| Such a clown by the wall
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| Invited to dance
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| By no one at all
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| The couples danced fine
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| So charming and gay
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| But nobody wants
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| To look over my way
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| So awfully sad
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| Dissatisfied
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| I hurt so bad
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| I almost cried
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| Imagine my frustration with no
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| Invitation to dance
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| Head high, standing tall
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| Who else, who else could I be?
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| But Ella next to the wall
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| A fella who likes what they see?
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| And then in my ear
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| Someone said to me
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| Wallflower, my dear
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| How come you can’t see
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| They couldn’t care less?
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| They’re not impressed
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| As you might have guessed
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| You’re in excess
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| Imagine my frustration with no
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| Invitation to dance
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| I smiled to the crowd
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| Tip toe and alert
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| Yes, the band blues went loud
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| But next on a flirt
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| A voice said to me
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| Wallflower, my dear
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| You’re sweet as can be
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| But how come you’re here
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| They couldn’t care less
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| About your dress
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| You’re in a mess
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| And in excess
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| Imagine my frustration with no
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| Invitation to dance |