| Don’t throw bouquets at me
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| Don’t please my folks too much
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| Don’t laugh at my jokes too much
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| People will say we’re in love!
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| Don’t sigh and gaze at me
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| Your sighs are so like mine
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| Your eyes mustn’t glow like mine
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| People will say we’re in love!
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| Don’t start collecting things
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| Give me my rose and my glove
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| Sweetheart they’re suspecting things
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| People will say we’re in love
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| Don’t praise my charm too much
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| Don’t look so vain with me
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| Don’t stand in the rain with me
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| People will say we’re in love!
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| Don’t take my arm too much
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| Don’t keep your hand in mine
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| Your hand feels so grand in mine
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| People will say we’re in love!
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| Don’t dance all night with me
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| Till the stars fade from above
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| They’ll see it’s alright with me
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| People will say we’re in love |