| I’m in love with Molly Bloom
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| I want to have her in my living room
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| Whispering sweet nothings in my ear
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| When I heard what Molly said
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| Good golly how my ears turned red
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| That’s par for the course for Molly Bloom
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| Some people are daring
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| They get a bit risqué
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| When Molly is swearing
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| She’s passing the time of day
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| People walkin' on the avenue
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| Were swearin' that the air was blue
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| It wasn’t a thing but Molly Bloom
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| I’m in love with Molly Bloom
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| Every sentence is the crack of doom
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| She says exactly what’s on her mind
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| Some people have Freudian slips
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| But that’s honey from Molly’s lips
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| That’s idle chatter for Molly Bloom
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| The Supreme Court met her
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| And took her to tea
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| And now that they’ve met her
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| They’re setting Ralph Ginsburg free
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| When Molly starts cuttin' loose
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| Norman Mailer is like Mother Goose
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| He’s pretty tame for Molly Bloom
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| When Molly has something to say
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| I wouldn’t miss it
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| When Molly is carried away
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| She’s so explicit
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| Ohhh — I’m in love with Molly Bloom
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| Her voice is sweet perfume
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| Her voice is music to my ears
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| She’ll write me a letter I hope
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| In an asbestos envelope
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| And we will live in a soundproof room
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| Just Molly and me, my Molly Bloom |