| In some secluded rendez-vous
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| that overlooks the avenue
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| with someone sharing a delightful chat
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| of this and that and cocktails for two
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| As we enjoy a cigarette
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| to some exquisite chansonette
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| two hands are sure to slily meet
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| beneath the serviette with cocktais for two
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| My head will go reeling
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| but my heart will be obedient
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| with intoxicating kisses
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| for the principal ingredient
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| Most any afternoon at 5
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| we’ll be so glad we’re both alive
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| then maybe fortune will complete our plan
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| that all began with cocktails for two. |