| Now look at what you’ve just done to me
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| Now it’s too late to pretend
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| I tried to play smart
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| But right from the start
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| I hoped this was how it would end
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| I told myself it was ridiculous
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| A silly adolescent amour
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| I argued the cost
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| I argued and lost
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| And now of one thing I’m sure:
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| You are my lucky star
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| I saw you from afar
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| Two lovely eyes at me
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| They where gleaming
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| Beaming
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| I was starstruck
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| You’re all my lucky charms
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| I’m lucky in your arms
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| You’ve opened Heaven’s portal
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| Here on earth for this poor mortal
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| You are my lucky…
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| (spoken interlude)
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| Lucky? |
| I wonder. |
| I wonder how many girls would consider it lucky to be held in
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| the strong, manly arms of Donald Lockwood, the glamorous star of the silver
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| screen. |
| A year ago, it’d have scared me half to death. |
| That was when I was a
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| member of your fan club. |
| Fan? |
| Me? |
| I was the president. |
| Why, you know,
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| I waited outside the Brown Derby for two hours one night just to get a glimpse
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| of you, but it was worth it. |
| You looked so dazzling in your green knickers,
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| yellow sweater, and orange beret, I just swooned. |
| You see
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| (Song)
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| I was starstruck
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| And now that I’ve confessed
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| I’ll tell you all the rest
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| You’re my Fairbanks, my Moreno
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| Rod La Rocque and Valentino
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| You are my lucky star |