| I’ve a girl on my arm with an elegant charm
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| A London lass of beauty nonpareils
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| My gal in Paris is divine as can be
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| I love her so as anyone could clearly tell
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| Though many could abide this merry lover’s ride
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| There can’t be any joy for me
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| Until I make my heart decide for
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| She’s wonderful, too, what am I gonna do?
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| My mind’s in a whirl, over each lovely girl
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| 'cause she’s wonderful, too
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| She’s marvelous too, how can a man be true?
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| And wary is the chance for a lasting romance
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| When she’s wonderful too
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| One true love is a work of art painted by cupid’s bow
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| Two true loves and you’ll feel your heart
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| Wishing in a way that you had no one
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| She’s wonderful too, I haven’t got a clue
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| Just how, when or who I should say «I love you» to
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| Both so sublime, just one lifetime
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| I think I know and then I seem to say again
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| She’s simply wonderful too |