| Only make believe I love you,
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| Only make believe that you love me.
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| Others find peace of mind in pretending —
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| Couldn’t you?
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| Couldn’t I?
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| Couldn’t we?
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| Make believe our lips are blending
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| In a phantom kiss, or two, or three.
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| Might as well make believe I love you,
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| For to tell the truth, I do.
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| Your pardon I pray,
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| 'Twas too much to say
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| The words that betray my heart.
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| We only pretend,
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| You do not offend
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| In playing a lover’s part.
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| The game of just supposing
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| Is the sweetest game I know.
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| Our dreams are more romantic
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| Than the world we see
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| And if the things we dream about
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| Don’t happen to be so,
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| That’s just an unimportant technicality.
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| Though the cold and brutal fact is
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| You and I have never met,
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| We need not mind convention’s P’s and Q’s.
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| If we put our thoughts in practice
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| We can banish all regret
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| Imagining most anything we choose.
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| We could make believe I love you,
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| We could make believe that you love me.
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| Others find peace of mind in pretending,
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| Couldn’t you,
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| Couldn’t I?
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| Couldn’t we?
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| Make believe our lips are blending
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| In a phantom kiss — or two — or three.
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| Might as well make believe I love you,
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| For to tell the truth, I do…
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| Ravenal — the Judge’d like to see you.
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| What for?
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| Nothin' serious — but I reckon you’d better come along
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| And have a talk with him.
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| You will excuse me, ma’am? |
| I hope I’ll see you again —
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| In a little while.
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| Oh, Joe! |
| Did you see that young man I was talkin' to?
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| Mornin', Miss Nola… Yep — I seed him — seed a lot
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| Like him on de river —
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| Oh, Joe, he was such a gentleman! |
| Have you seen Miss Julie?
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| I got to tell her — I got to ask her what she thinks —
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| Better ask de ol' river what he thinks — he knows
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| All 'bout dem boys… he knows all 'bout everythin'… |