| What is mine, dear, will be yours
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| When the sun shines and when it pours
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| Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
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| Fifty-fifty in ev’rything
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| Haven’t got much, even that much to my name
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| Fortune’s door shut, can’t get in, but just the same
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| My ear for music, my feet for dancing, my lips for kissing
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| I’ll share it all with you
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| My sense of humor, my disposition, my rosy future
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| I’ll share it all with you
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| Someday, honey, I’ll have money
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| You know what that brings
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| Furs and diamond rings
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| And besides those things
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| There’ll be My ear for music, my feet for dancing, my lips for kissing
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| I’ll share it all with you
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| My head for thinking, my face for smiling, my hands for cooking
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| I’ll share it all with you
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| My understanding, my loving nature, my good intentions
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| I’ll share it all with you
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| I’m not twenty but there’s plenty
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| Underneath my hat
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| I know where I’m at And on top of that
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| There’ll be My ear for music, my feet for dancing, my lips for kissing
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| I’ll share it all with you |