| What are you talking about?
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| New Rochelle
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| What about it?
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| That’s the place where the mansion will be
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| For me and the darling bright young man
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| I picked out for marrying me
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| He’ll do well
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| I can tell
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| So it isn’t a moment too soon
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| To plan on my life in New Rochelle
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| The wife of my darling tycoon
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| Honey, you’ll be in New Rochelle. |
| Your darling tycoon will be here in the
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| office. |
| The future Mrs. Finch is in for some lonely nights
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| I’m prepared for exactly that sort of thing…
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| (sung)
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| I’ll be so happy to keep his dinner warm
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| While he goes onward… and upward
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| Happy to keep his dinner warm
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| 'Till he comes wearily home from downtown
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| I’ll be there
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| Waiting until his mind is clear
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| While he looks through me
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| Right through me
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| Waiting to say
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| «Good evening dear
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| I’m pregnant
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| What’s new with you
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| From down town?»
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| I ought to be loved
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| By a man I respect
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| To bask in the glow
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| Of his perfectly, understandable neglect
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| I ought to belong in the aura on his frown
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| Darling busy frown
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| Such heaven!
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| Wearing the wifely uniform
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| While he goes onward
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| And upward
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| Happy to keep his dinner warm
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| 'Till he comes wearily home
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| From downtown |