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Don't fall in love with me yet We only recently met True I'm in love with you but You might decide I'm a nut Give me a week or two to Go absolutely cuckoo
There are two kinds of people A, my love and I B, other Two kinds of people 1, the gray and 2, me and my lover All people fall into two camps That ever
Grand pianos crash together when my boy walks down the street There are whole new kinds of weather when he walks with his new beat Everyone sings "Hallelujah
Wi' nae wee bairn ye'll me beget Untwinkle, little ee, my ainly pang'll be regret A maiden I will dee but I'll turn into a nightingale My song will warm
Everybody knows but me When you go where you shouldn't be Everybody knows but me Where you go when you're feeling free Everybody knows but me So you
To my dear, dear mother I leave my only shoes To my dear, dear mother I leave my only shoes By the time you read this I will have died of the blues
W A S H I N G T O N, baby, D.C. W A S H I N G T O N, baby, D.C. Washington, D.C., it's paradise to me It's not because it is the grand old seat Of precious
I will stay if you let me stay And I'll go if you let go But I won't go far away Because you're my only home And I will hide what you want hidden And
Are you out of love with me? Are you longing to be free? Do I drive you up a tree? Yeah! Oh, yeah! Do I drive you up the wall? Do you dread every phone
So faraway and so alone How could I ever take you home You're beautiful, beautiful You've got a devastating point of view And everything you say is true
So we got married in Venice in June, so what? We circled the earth in a hot air balloon, so what? And the rest of our lives Is one long honeymoon Well
A pretty girl is like a minstrel show It makes you laugh, it makes you cry, you go It just isn't the same on radio It's all about the makeup and the dancing
Abigail, can you feel my heart in the palm of your hand? And do you understand why I can't stay? Abigail, an evil wind is blowing through the land And