| Each time you trill a song with Bill or look at Will
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| I get a chill, I’m gloomy
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| I won’t recall the names of all the men who fall
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| It’s all appalling to me
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| Of course, I really cannot blame them a bit
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| For you’re a hit where’re you flit
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| I know it’s so, but dearie, oh
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| You’ll never know the blues that go right through me
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| I’ve got the, you don’t know the half of it dearie blues
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| The trouble is you have so many from whom to choose
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| If you should marry Tom, Dick, or harry
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| Life would be the bunk, I’d become a monk
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| I’ve got the, you don’t know the half of it dearie blues
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| To Bill and Ben, I’d pay attention now and then
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| But really men would bore me
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| When I’d begun to think I’d run and be a nun
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| I met the one man for me
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| And now just when the sun is starting to beam
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| Along comes a girl, zip goes a dream
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| What will I do away from you?
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| I feel the future will be blue and stormy
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| I’ve got the, you don’t know the half of it dearie blues
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| It may be my heart isn’t broken, but there’s a bruise
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| Through you I’ve known some days that were lonesome
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| Though you say that I’m flirting all the time
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| I’ve got the, you don’t know the half of it dearie blues
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| I’ve got the, you don’t know the half of it dearie blues
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| Oh, how I wish you’d drop an anchor and end your cruise
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| You’re just a duffer who makes me suffer
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| All the younger set says your heart’s to let
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| I’ve got the, you don’t know the half of it dearie blues |