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(Gary Brooker/Pete Sinfield) |
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I've known some ladies |
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That made me happy |
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In so many different ways |
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Like sweet Conchita |
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And Isabella |
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Back in my travelling' days |
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Then there was Georgia |
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she was a country girl |
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she could reap all I could sow |
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Not like dear Judith |
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So fond of Music |
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And Edgar Allan Poe |
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But when I think of Angelina |
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All the others fade away |
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I can't recover |
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I know I'll love her |
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Now and forever |
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I took my pleasure |
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Where I found it |
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And the ladies as they came |
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Like Liz from Tucson |
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And Claire from Rouen |
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There were so many names |
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When unexpected |
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Just like a whirlwind |
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Angelina stole my heart |
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We did some walking |
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And got to talking, |
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And said we'd never part |