| After another production of «The Flying Dutchman»
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| I landed in Berlin
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| Thinking over it over it how can I get over it And wonder what state I’m in Sissi was the anarchist empress of Austria
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| And I was in the same state that she was in Thinking over it over it how can I get over it And where the hell’s that fan
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| After another induction to the hall of famine
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| I closed the magazine
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| Thinking over and over it how can I get over it And be German and mean
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| Jenny was a pirate and Jane was beheaded and Nina was a sweet nymphomaniac
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| And with them in my corner I’m sure that it’s a tall order
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| To find that perfect man
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| I’m doin' all that I can
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| Tryin' to make all the roses bloom in unison
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| Say I’m gonna blow you away
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| Makin' all of the roses bloom so step away
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| Makin' all of the roses bloom
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| After another unveiling of the bright red herring
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| I walked down Rufus Street
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| Thinking over it over it how can I get over it And where in the world will I meet
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| That literary, lean, stripe suited lover
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| I’ve read about all of my life
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| Which I fear is a ruse and explains
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| All the walks through all the parks of Europe
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| And why I never will tell you «I love you»
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| And why there is just but
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| A vision of perfect man
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| I’m doin' all that I can
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| Makin' all of the roses bloom in unison
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| Say I’m gonna blow you away
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| Makin' all of the roses bloom so step away
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| And be dazzled
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| Makin' all of the roses bloom |