| I have almost everything a human could desire
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| Cars and houses, bear-skin rugs to lie before my fire
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| But there’s something missing
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| Something isn’t there
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| It seems I’m never kissing the one whom I care for
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| I want something to live for
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| Someone to make my life an adventurous dream
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| Oh, what wouldn’t I give for
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| Someone who’d take my life
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| And make it seem gay as they say it ought to be
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| Why can’t I have love like that brought to me?
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| My eye is watching the noon crowds
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| Searching the promenades seeking a clue
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| To the one who will someday be my something to live for
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| I want something to live for
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| Someone to make my life an adventurous dream
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| Oh, what wouldn’t I give for
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| Someone who’d take my life
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| And make it seem gay as they say it ought to be
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| Why can’t I have love like that brought to me?
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| My eye is watching the noon crowds
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| Searching the promenades seeking a clue
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| To the one who will someday be my something to live for |