| From the 1966 Broadway play «Mame»
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| Where’s that boy with the bugle?
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| My little love was always my big romance;
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| Where’s that boy with the bugle?
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| And why did I ever buy him those damn long pants?
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| Did he need a stronger hand?
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| Did he need a lighter touch?
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| Was I soft or was I tough?
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| Did I give enough?
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| Did I give too much?
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| At the moment that he needed me,
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| Did I ever turn away?
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| Would I be there when he called,
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| If he walked into my life today.
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| Were his days a little dull?
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| Were his nights a little wild?
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| Did I overstate my plan?
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| Did I stress the man?
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| And forget the child.
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| And there must have been a million things.
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| That my heart forgot to say.
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| Would I think of one or two,
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| If he walked into my life today.
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| Should I blame the times I pampered him,
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| Or blame the times I bossed him;
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| What a shame!
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| I never really found the boy,
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| Before I lost him.
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| Were the years a little fast?
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| Was his world a little free?
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| Was there too much of a crowd?
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| All too lush and loud and not enough for me.
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| Though I’ll ask myself my whole life long,
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| What went wrong along the way;
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| Would I make the same mistakes
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| If he walked into my life today?
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| If that boy with the bugle,
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| Walked into my life today. |