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We were very happy |
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Well, at least I thought we were |
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Can't somebody tell me |
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What's got into her? |
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A house, a home, a family |
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And a man who loves her so |
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Who'd believe she'd leave us |
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To join the burlesque show? |
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Say, has anybody seen my |
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Sweet Gypsy Rose? |
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Here's her picture when she was my |
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Sweet Mary Jo |
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Now she's got rings on her fingers |
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And bells on her toes |
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Say, has anybody seen my |
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Sweet Gypsy Rose? |
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I know when Mary Jo's been dancing' |
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Here in New Orleans |
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In this smoke filled honky tonk |
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They call the 'Land of dreams' |
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Here she comes a strutting' |
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In her birthday clothes |
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Say has anybody seen my |
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Sweet Gypsy Rose? |
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Baby, baby |
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Won'tcha come home? |
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Say, we all miss ya |
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And every night we kiss your picture |
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Rose, one night, the lights go dim |
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And the crowd goes home |
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That's the day you wake up |
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And you find you're all alone |
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So let's say goodbye to Gypsy |
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Hello Mary Jo |
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Say, has anybody seen my |
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Sweet Gypsy Rose? |
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Sweet Gypsy Rose |
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Sweet Gypsy Rose |
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So take those rings off your fingers |
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And bells off your toes |
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Say, has anybody seen my |
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Now you know just what I mean by |
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Has anybody seen my Gypsy Rose? |
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Say, has anybody seen his |
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Sweet Gypsy Rose? |
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Here's her picture when she was his |
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Sweet Mary Jo |
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Say, has anybody seen his |
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Sweet Gypsy Rose? |
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Here's her picture when she was his |
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Sweet Mary Jo |