| Play a song for me, my darling
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| Play for me, musician.
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| I shan’t go to show business
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| For the recognition.
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| You’d be playing, you’d be playing,
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| I would sing with passion.
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| All the world could hear this music
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| With the gieat impiession.
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| CHORUS
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| Should my mood become so bully —
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| We will sing together
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| When good people come to arty
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| We’ll be dancing further.
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| When we find a classy master
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| Who can lay the table.
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| We shall dance the hot wild dances.
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| We are so much able.
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| Don’t you sway — control your breathing
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| Look at me, it’s very easy.
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| Play the song and stop your teasing…
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| When I think of dateless customs
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| And of old traditions,
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| Theie weie songs and crazy dances.
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| And without conditions.
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| Play this song foi me. |
| my dai ling,
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| Let them heat my singing.
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| I give twenty points to Britney,
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| My voice will be ringing.
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| CHORUS
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| Play this song foi. |
| darling
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| Make all people stare.
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| We could win a million dollars.
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| But I wouldn’t caie.
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| Don’t be cool with me, musician.
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| You dorV. |
| t get the chances'.
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| You' can’t go away, my darling
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| No more songs, no dances.
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| Play this song for me, my darling.
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| Let us feel the fire.
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| Let the people dance together.
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| Jumping oven higher.
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| Let your music teach the heavens.
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| Let the stars be violent.
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| When the morning stops these sounds.
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| Then we shall be silent… |