| Why don’t you come over 'bout a quarter to nine
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| Bring all of your fam’ly and I will bring mine
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| If I should bring my brothers, and you bring the others
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| Then I can sing a song like Jeru, just for you
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| Just for all the lovely people that you see in the road
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| We’ll sing them a song in Jeruvian mode
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| If I can have a pref’rence, I’ll even make ref’rence
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| To why you write a song like Jeru, just for you
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| Then if you’d be kind enough to tell me why you
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| Write these extended bridges
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| Can it be romance that always
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| Haunts me in my reverie?
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| So why not come on over 'bout a quarter to eight
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| If you can come early I’ll never be late
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| And now you’re all invited, I hope you’re delighted
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| To sing a little song like Jeru, just for you
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| Just for me too
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| Gather around, tale to be told
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| Maybe it’s new, maybe it’s old, listen my friend
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| Blowin' away, doin' alright
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| Plain' all day, workin' all night, listen again
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| Movin' along, coverin' ground
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| Singin' the song, lovin' the sound, listen and then
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| Blow together birds of a feather
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| Out playin' the blues and «I Got Rhythm»
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| All at once a moment came without a warning
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| Got so hot we had to cool it
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| Go for glory, tell you the story
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| Out payin' our dues until we found we were
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| Assisting at an unexpected borning
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| 'twas the birth of the Cool
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| So now I can tell you why I’m always
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| Trying to tell you, listen, come with me
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| New York, and we’re together in my reverie
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| So why don’t you come over 'bout a quarter to two
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| Forget all the others, just me and just you
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| And while we’re versifying
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| We’d better start trying
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| To write another song just for me
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| Just for you, one more Jeru |