| Nobody’s heart belongs to me.
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| Heigh-ho, who cares?
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| Nobody writes his songs to me.
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| No one belongs to me --
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| That’s the least of my cares.
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| I may be sad at times, and disinclined to play,
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| But it’s not bad at times to go your own sweet way.
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| Nobody’s arms belong to me,
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| No arms feel strong to me.
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| I admire the moon
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| As a moon,
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| Just a moon.
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| Nobody’s heart belongs to me today.
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| Ride, Amazon, ride.
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| Hunt your stags and bears.
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| Take life in its stride.
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| Heigh-ho, who cares?
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| Go hunting with pride,
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| Track bears to their lairs.
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| Ride, Amazon, ride.
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| Heigh-ho, who cares?
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| Nobody’s heart belongs to me.
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| Heigh-ho, that’s bad.
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| Love’s never sung her songs to me.
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| I have never been had.
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| I’ve had no trial in the game of man and maid.
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| I’m like a violin that no one’s ever played.
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| Words about love are Greek to me.
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| Nice girls won’t speak to me.
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| I despise the moon
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| As a moon,
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| It’s a prune.
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| Nobody’s heart belongs to me today. |