| It’s above imagination
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| How I love and used to hate you
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| Gee I know
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| It’s a heck of a how-do-you-do
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| There is something funny about you
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| Makes me love and yet I doubt ya
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| But gee I know
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| It’s a heck of a how-do-you-do
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| Now you rub my head, you hold my hand
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| I used to think you meant it
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| But I done found out, it’s make believe
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| And I know we’re in it, love
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| I can’t quit you, for I have tried it
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| You got me jealous and I can’t hide it
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| Gee I know
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| It’s a heck of a how-do-you-do
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| Yas, yas, play it now
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| Ah, yas
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| Ooh, yeah
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| I hear ya
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| Ev’rybody cut that rug, there
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| Ever heard that old word, ladies and gentlemen
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| Do it with rhythm y’all go on
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| Swing, now
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| Oh, yeah
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| Hot they like it
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| It’s above imagination
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| How I love and used to hate you
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| But gee I know
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| It’s a heck of a how-do-you-do
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| There is something funny about you
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| Makes me love and yet I doubt ya
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| But gee I know
|
| It’s a heck of a how-do-you-do
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| Now you rub my head, you hold my hand
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| I used to think you meant it
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| But I done found out that it’s make believe
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| And I know we’re in it, love
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| I can’t quit you, for I have tried it
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| You got me jealous and I can’t hide it
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| Gee I know
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| It’s a heck of a how-do-you-do, ooh
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| Yas, yas, yas |