| It’s a pleasant little kingdom
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| Full of pleasant little things
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| Full of scintillating dinners
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| With neighboring kings
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| There’s a castle in the country
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| For weekends of rest
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| And we entertain at parties
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| In the little time remaining
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| And we’re entertained by others
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| And it’s very entertaining
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| An efficient little kingdom
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| The dominion of the queen
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| Where at any given moment
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| The ashtrays are clean
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| There are many little battles
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| Which never are fought
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| And if, on occasion, I think about you
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| It’s a pleasant little thought
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| So I write another book
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| And I head another drive
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| And we take a trip we took
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| And the dinner guests arrive
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| And unless you really look
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| You would think we were alive, and
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| God!
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| It’s a pleasant little kingdom
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| Full of pleasant little days
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| There are charities and lectures
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| And flowers to raise
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| There are amateur dramatics
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| And evenings of bridge
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| And I go to civic luncheons
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| When there’s someone to remind me
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| And I study the piano
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| And I never look behind me
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| It’s a merry little kingdom
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| Full of merry little chores
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| Lots of gardening and fixing
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| All very outdoors
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| In the driveway is a sports car
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| I shouldn’t have bought
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| And if, on occasion, I think about you
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| I eliminate the thought
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| So I read a little here
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| And I sew a little there
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| And the children disappear
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| And the castle needs repair
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| And I never shed a tear
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| And I never turn a hair, and
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| Ben!
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| God help me, Sally
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| I’ve loved you all my life!
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| Too many mornings
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| Waking and pretending I reach for you
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| Thousands of mornings
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| Dreaming of my girl
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| All that time wasted
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| Merely passing through
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| Time I could have spent
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| So content
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| Wasting time with you
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| Too many mornings
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| Wishing that the room might be filled with you
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| Morning to morning
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| Turning into days
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| All the days
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| That I thought would never end
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| All the nights
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| With another day to spend
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| All those times
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| I’d look up to see
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| Sally standing at the door
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| Sally moving to the bed
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| Sally resting in my arms
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| With her head against my head
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| If you don’t kiss me, Ben, I think I’m going to die
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| (sung)
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| How I planned
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| What I’d wear tonight
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| And when should I get here?
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| How should I find you?
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| Where I’d stand
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| What I’d say in case you didn’t remember
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| How I’d remind you
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| You remembered
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| And my fears were wrong!
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| Was it ever real?
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| Did I ever love you this much?
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| Did we ever feel
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| So happy then?
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| It was always real
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| I should have worn green
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| And I’ve always loved you this much
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| I wore green the last time
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| We can always feel this happy
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| The time I was happy
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| Too many mornings
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| Wasted in pretending I reach for you
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| How many mornings
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| Are there still to come?
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| How much time
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| Can we hope that there will be?
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| Not much time
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| But it’s time enough for me
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| If there’s time
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| To look up and see (be)
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| Sally standing at the door
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| Sally moving to the bed
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| Sally resting in my (your) arms
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| With your head against my head |