| Why this feeling? |
| Why this glow?
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| Why the thrill when you say Hello?
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| It’s a strange and tender magic you do Mister Wonderful, that’s you.
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| Why this trembling when you speak
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| Why this joy when you touch my cheek?
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| I must tell you what my heart knows is true
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| Mister Wonderful, that’s you.
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| And why this longing to know your charms
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| To spend forever here in your arms
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| Oh there’s much more I could say
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| But the words keep slipping away
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| And I’m left with one point of view
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| Mister Wonderful, that’s you
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| One more thing, then I’m through
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| Mister Wonderful
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| Mister Wonderful
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| Mister Wonderful, I love you! |