| In dreams I kiss your hand, madame
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| Your dainty fingertips
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| And while in slumberland, madame
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| I’m begging for your lips
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| I haven’t any right, madame
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| To do the things I do
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| Just when I hold you tight, madame
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| You vanish with the night, madame
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| In dreams I kiss your hand, madame
|
| And pray my dreams come true
|
| In dreams I kiss your hand, madame
|
| Your dainty fingertips
|
| And while in slumberland, madame
|
| I’m begging for your lips
|
| I haven’t any right, madame
|
| To do the things I do
|
| Just when I hold you tight, madame
|
| You vanish with the night, madame
|
| In dreams I kiss your hand, madame
|
| And pray my dreams come true |