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Try, try, try to arrange me |
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But there's no romance in my blood |
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Try, try, you'll never persuade me |
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My only tears fall with the rain |
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My father had a dozen wives |
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And a child by every one |
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I am from about, umm, number five |
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So don't expect me to stay with anyone |
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Try, try, try to arrange me |
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But there's no romance in my blood |
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Try, try, you'll never persuade me |
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My only tears fall with the rain |
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My mother never takes a break |
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From her pining after furniture |
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Every moment on her feet is torture |
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And I share her love of wine and cake |
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And taking advantage of amateurs |
