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Another bride, another groom
Another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The groom is nervous, he answers twice It's really killin' that he's so willin' For makin' whoopee Picture a little love nest Down where the roses cling Picture that same sweet love nest Think what a year can bring He's washin' dishes and baby clothes He's so ambitious he even sews But don't forget folks that's what you get folks For makin' whoopee Another year or maybe less What's this I hear' Well, can't you guess' She feels neglected and he's suspected Of makin' whoopee She sits alone, most every night He doesn't phone, he doesn't write He says he's busy but she says, 'Is he' He's makin' whoopee He doesn't make much money Only five thousand per Some judge who thinks he's funny Says, 'You'll pay six to her' He says, 'Judge, suppose I fail' Judge say, 'Budge, right into jail You'd better keep her', yeah, I think it's cheaper Than makin' whoopee Than makin' whoopee Than makin', makin', makin' |
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In a sentimental mood
I can see the sun come through my room And your lovin' attitude Is like a flame that comes and lights the gloom On the wings of every kiss Drifts a melody so strange and sweet And the sentimental bliss is like a dream My paradise complete Rose petals seem to fall It's all like a dream to call you mine My heart's a lighter thing Since you made this night a thing divine In a sentimental mood I'm within a world, so heavenly And I never dreamt that you'd be lovin' me My paradise complete Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Another sentimental, sentimental mood Another sentimental, a sentimental mood Rose petals seem to fall All like a dream to call you mine My heart's a lighter thing Since you made this night a thing divine On the wings of every kiss Drifts a melody so strange and sweet In the sentimental bliss you make my dreams My paradise complete It's like a dream, my paradise complete It's like a dream, my paradise complete You make my dreams, my paradise complete |
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When the only sound on the empty street
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet That belong to a lonesome cop I open shop When the moon so long has been gazing down On the wayward ways of a wayward town That a smile becomes a smirk I go to work Love for sale Appetizing young love for sale Love that's fresh and still unspoiled Love that's only slightly soiled Love for sale Who will buy? Who would like to sample my supply? Who's prepared to pay the price for a trip to paradise? Love for sale Let the poets pipe of love in their childish way I know every type of love better far than they If you want the thrill of love, I've been through the mill of love Old love, new love Every kind but true love For sale Appetizing young love for sale If you want to buy my wares Follow me and climb the stairs Love for sale Love for sale |
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