| Nick:
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| I want to be seen, be seen with you,
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| With you on my arm,
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| To wear you like a charm,
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| Your glitter decorating my arm.
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| Now, natch’rally such proximity
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| Gives rumors a rise,
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| We’ll let them analyze
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| What our amalgamation implies.
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| Oh yes,
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| The gossips will press,
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| So willing to stress
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| The seamy side--
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| Know what?
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| So what!
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| I want to be seen, be seen with you,
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| With you on my arm.
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| Let’s give this town a light,
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| And hit it like a me-te-or-ite--tonight.
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| I want to be seen with you.
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| Fanny:
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| The moon over mother’s saloon,
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| Have a nice macaroon
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| I’ll buy you a light beer.
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| Nick:
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| Right, dear.
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| Both:
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| I want to be seen, be seen with you,
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| Nick:
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| With you on my arm.
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| Let’s give this town a light
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| And hit it like a me-te-or-ite--
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| Both:
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| Tonight--I want to be seen with,
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| Nick:
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| Oh, please let me be seen with,
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| Fanny:
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| And I would like to be seen with
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| Both:
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| I want to be seen with you. |