| Well, buzz, buzz, buzz goes the bumble bee
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| Tweedle ee deedle ee dee goes the bird
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| But the sound of your little voice, darling
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| Is the sweetest sound I ever heard
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| I’ve seen the beauty of the red, red rose
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| Seen the beauty of the sky so blue
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| Seen the beauty of the evening sunset
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| But the beauty of you
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| Sweet is the honey from the honeycomb
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| Sweet are the grapes from the vine
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| There’s nothing as sweet as you, darling
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| And I hope some day you’ll be mine
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| Well, buzz, buzz, buzz, goes the bumble bee
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| Tweedle ee deedle ee dee goes the bird
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| But the sound of your little voice, darling
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| Is the sweetest sound I ever heard
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| I’ve seen the beauty of the red, red rose
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| Seen the beauty of the sky so blue
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| Seen the beauty of the evening sunset
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| But the beauty of you
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| Sweet is the honey from the honeycomb
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| Sweet are the grapes from the vine
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| There’s nothing as sweet as you, darling
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| And I hope some day you’ll be mine
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| I hope some day you’ll be mine
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| I hope some day you’ll be mine
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| I hope some day you’ll be mine |