| The gentleman is a dope,
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| A man of many faults,
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| A clumsy Joe
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| Who wouldn’t know
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| A rumba from a waltz.
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| The gentleman is a dope
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| And not my cup of tea;
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| Why do I get in a dither?
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| He doesn’t belong to me!
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| The gentleman isn’t bright,
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| He doesn’t know the score;
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| A cake will come,
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| He’ll take a crumb
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| And never ask for more!
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| The gentleman’s eyes are blue,
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| But little do they see,
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| Why am I beatin' my brains out?
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| He doesn’t belong to me!
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| He’s somebody else’s problem,
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| She’s welcome to the guy!
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| She’ll never understand him
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| Half as well as I.
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| The gentleman is a dope,
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| He isn’t very smart;
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| He’s just a lug
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| You’d like to hug
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| And hold against your heart.
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| The gentleman doesn’t know
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| How happy he could be,
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| But look at me cryin' my eyes out
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| As if he belonged to me;
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| He’ll never belong to me!
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| The gentleman doesn’t know
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| How happy he could be,
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| But look at me cryin' my eyes out
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| As if he belonged to me;
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| He’ll never ever,
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| He’ll never belong to me! |