| A pretty girl is like a melody
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| That haunts you night and day
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| Just like the strain of a haunting refrain
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| She’ll start upon a marathon
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| And run around your brain
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| You can’t escape, she’s in your memory
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| By morning, night and noon
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| She will leave you and then come back again
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| A pretty girl is just like a pretty tune
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| While a string orchestra played
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| This lovely tune I met a maid
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| And from the start she set my brain a-whirl
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| But alas we parted soon
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| And now I love to hear this tune
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| For it reminds me of that certain girl
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| Once I met a girlie at the close of spring
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| I began to woo her and she answered «Yes» that summer
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| But when I went out to buy the wedding ring
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| She left me flat and ran off with a drummer
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| While the cello moaned tenderly this melody
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| She said to me «I love you»
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| When the cello fellow was through he said «Adieu»
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| She said «Me too» and flew |