| I like New York dear — You love L. A
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| We’ve got nothing in common… they say
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| Oh, what a pair
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| It’s like Rogers without Astaire
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| But when we’re dancing
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| It’s just more than I can bear
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| First I hear those violins
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| And the world breaks out in silly grins
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| Then I fly to the stars up above
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| So I’m afraid this must be love
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| You like the sun, dear — I prefer snow
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| We’re like fire and water… I know
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| Isn’t it strange?
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| With so much we could rearrange
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| I pray there’s one thing
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| That we never, ever change
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| Cause I hear those violins
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| And the world breaks out in silly grins
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| Then I fly to the stars up above
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| And I’m afraid this must be love
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| We might never agree, dear
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| But between you and me, dear
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| Who cares?
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| Cause rain or shine or
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| Any old kind of weather
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| We have something together
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| We share
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| So let’s hear those violins
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| Let the world break out in silly grins
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| Then let’s fly to the stars up above
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| Cause when all is said and done
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| I know you’re the only one
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| So I’m afraid this must be love |