| Herbie, why don’t you get angry on the outside
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| Instead of letting it settle in your stomach?
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| I’m afraid, of me? |
| Of me, what do you mean?
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| If ever let loose, it’ll end with me picking up and walking
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| Only around the block, no, don’t say that
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| You’ll never get away from me
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| You can climb the tallest tree I’ll be there somehow
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| True, you could say, «Hey, here’s your hat»
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| But a little thing like that couldn’t stop me now
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| I couldn’t get away from you
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| Even if you told me to, so go on and try
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| Just try and you’re gonna see
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| How you’re gonna not at all get away from me
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| Rose, I love you but don’t count your chickens
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| Come dance with me
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| I warn you that I’m no Boy Scout
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| Relax awhile, come dance with me
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| So don’t think that I’m easy pickin', the music’s so nice
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| Rose, 'cause I just may some day pick up and pack out
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| Oh, no you won’t, no, not a chance
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| No arguments, shut up and dance
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| You’ll never get away from me
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| You can climb the tallest tree, I’ll be there somehow
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| True, you can say, «Hey, here’s your hat»
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| But a little thing like that couldn’t stop me now
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| I couldn’t get away from you
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| Even if I wanted to, well go on and try
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| Just try and you’re gonna see
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| (Ah Rose, ah Rose)
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| How you’re gonna not at all get away from me |