| When I’m craving loving time for a kiss or two
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| That’s when you start talking about the things you ought to do
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| What’s the use of crying, I get nowhere fast with you
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| For you always change the subject you bashful rascal, you
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| Bashful rascal, you’re the one man of my dreams
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| Bashful rascal, a million years it seems
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| How fast that you first started putting moonbeams in my schemes
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| Now wake up and start living and you’ll know just what I mean
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| When we go out riding ‘neath a sky of dreamy blue
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| I get sentimental; |
| crazy, baby, over you
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| I need your affection, that’s when I start getting blue
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| But you never know what’s cooking you bashful rascal, you
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| Bashful rascal, you’re the one man of my dreams
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| Bashful rascal, a million years it seems
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| How fast that you first started putting moonbeams in my schemes
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| Now wake up and start living and you’ll know just what I mean
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| Bashful rascal, you’re the one man of my dreams
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| Bashful rascal, a million years it seems
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| How fast that you first started putting moonbeams in my schemes
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| Now wake up and start living and you’ll know just what I mean
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| Come here you little old bashful rascal, you. |
| (kissing sound) |