| Rumors are flying that you’ve got me sighing
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| That I’m in a crazy kind of a daze, a lazy sort of a haze
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| When I go walking, I hear people talking
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| They say our affair is not just a passing phase
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| And they whisper 'bout the flowers
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| You keep sending me by the dozen
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| And they wonder 'bout the hours
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| That you spend with me, it keeps them buzzin'
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| Rumors are flying and I’m not denying
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| That people are sure I’m falling in love with you
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| 'Cause for a change, darling
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| All the rumors are true
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| And they whisper all about the flowers
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| The many little flowers you keep sending me by the dozen
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| And they wonder all about the hours
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| That you spend with your baby, what do you do, do, do
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| That keeps 'em buzzin' all the time, all the time
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| Rumors are flying and I’m not denying
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| That people are sure I’m falling in love with you
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| 'Cause for a change, darling
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| All the rumors are true |