| Ten generations of Constantins
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| Lived very comf’table lives
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| They were contented to live in style
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| Supported by their wives
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| Daughters of men who were wealthy
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| Fitted them like a glove
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| They all married for money
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| I mean to marry for love
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| It’s an old-fashioned idea, marrying for love
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| And that old-fashioned idea’s what I’m thinking of
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| Where there’s love, poets have said
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| Two can live as one
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| That’s an old-fashioned idea
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| But it’s being done
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| When I find the man that I’m crazy about
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| There’s much that I could do without
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| But I couldn’t do without love
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| Just an old-fashioned romance with a moon above
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| A romance, one that will end marrying for love
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| That’s the kind of love
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| That I’m thinking of
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| If she must have gold, let it be in her hair
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| Rubies, let them be in her lips
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| Diamonds, let them shine in her eyes |