| Now we’re agreed that we’re in love
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| We’ll have to face the lah-di-dah,
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| The eyewash, all of the fancy pantomime
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| I love you very much
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| I’ll try love, I’ll bill and coo
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| With your gruesome Auntie Susan
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| I’ll stay calm, I’ll play it cool
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| I’ll let your tetchy uncles
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| Get me back up, cross my heart
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| And I shan’t get shirty when they say I look peculiar
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| I’ll be nice to your mother,
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| I’ll come all over lah-di-dah
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| Although she always gets up me nose
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| I love you very much
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| And so I’ll smile and I’ll acquiesce
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| When she invites me to caress
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| Her scabby cat
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| I’ll sit still while she knits
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| And witters, cross my heart
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| And I shan’t lay a finger on the crabby old batface
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| I’ll be polite to your daddy,
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| Frightfully lah-di-dah
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| Although he always bores me to my boots,
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| I love you very much
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| And so I won’t boo and hiss
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| When he starts to reminisce
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| I won’t drop off, I won’t flare up The runs he used to score
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| And how he won the war, cross my heart
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| But I’ll have to grit me teeth when he goes on about his rupture
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| I’ll behave at the wedding breakfast
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| I’ll be lah-di-dah
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| So help me, hearty toasts and risky jokes
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| I love you very much
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| So help me, I’ll force a laugh
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| For the flicking photographs
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| So have no fear, I won’t turn tail
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| I won’t run amuck when the females chuck
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| Confetti in my ears
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| And cross me heart love, I’ll keep off the pale ale
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| When we’re off on our own
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| No more lah-di-bloody-dah
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| I promise, we just won’t have the time
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| We won’t have time for such
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| Such fancy pantomimes
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| I love you far too much |