| Gaston:
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| She’s so gay tonight
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| She’s like spring tonight
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| She’s a rollicking, frollicking thing tonight
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| So disarming, soft and charming
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| She is not thinking of me
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| No, she’s not thinking of me
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| In her eyes tonight
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| There’s a glow tonight
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| They’re so bright they could light
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| Fountainbleu tonight
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| She’s so gracious
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| So vivacious
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| She is not thinking of me
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| Bless her little heart
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| Crooked to the core
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| Acting out a part
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| What a rollicking, frollicking bore!
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| She’s such fun tonight
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| She’s a treat tonight
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| You could spread her on bread
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| She’s so sweet tonight
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| So devoted, sugar-coated
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| That it’s heart-warming to see
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| Oh, she’s simmering with love
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| Oh, she’s shimmering with love
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| Oh, she’s not thinking of me!
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| She is not thinking of me
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| Someone has set her on fire
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| Is is Jacques?
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| Is it Paul or Leon?
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| Who’s turning her furnace up higher?
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| Oh she’s hot but it’s not
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| For Gaston!
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| Oh, she’s gay tonight
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| Oh, so gay tonight
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| A gigantic romantic cliche tonight
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| How she blushes
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| How she gushes
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| How she fills me with ennui!
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| She’s so ooh la la la la
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| So untrue la la la la!
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| Oh, she’s not thinking of me! |