| Babe, we are well met
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| As in a spell met
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| I lift my helmet
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| Sandy, you’re just dandy
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| For just this here lad
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| You’re such a fistful
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| My eyes are mist-full
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| Are you too wistful to care
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| Do say you care to say, «Come here, lad»
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| You are so graceful
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| Have you wings?
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| You have a face full of nice things
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| You have no speaking voice, dear
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| With ev’ry word, it sings
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| Thou swell, thou witty
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| Thou sweet, thou grand
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| Wouldst kiss me pretty
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| Wouldst hold my hand
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| Both thine eyes are cute, too
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| What they do to me
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| Hear me holler I choose
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| A sweet lollapaloosa in thee
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| I’d feel so rich
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| In a hut for two
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| Two rooms and kitchen
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| I’m sure will do
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| Give me just a plot of
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| Not a lot of land
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| And thou swell, thou witty
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| Thou grand!
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| Thou swell, thou witty
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| Thou sweet, thou grand
|
| Wouldst kiss me pretty
|
| Wouldst hold my hand
|
| Both thine eyes are cute, too
|
| What they do to me
|
| Hear me holler I choose
|
| A sweet lollapaloosa in thee
|
| I’d feel so rich
|
| In a hut for two
|
| Two rooms and kitchen
|
| I’m sure will do
|
| Give me just a plot of
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| Not a lot of land
|
| And thou swell, thou witty
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| Thou grand! |