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Frank Sinatra |
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Miscellaneous |
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How Cute Can You Be? |
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Two eyes walking `round with a baby blue stare, how cute can you be? |
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Red lips pouting so that a guy's gotta care, how cute can you be? |
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I've seen lassies, the fine looks and chassis, almost every day, |
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But I've stopped my looking `cause I know what's cooking, just a glance away. |
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Soft hair shining so that the sun blinks his eyes, how cute can you be? |
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A voice sweet and low, making temperatures rise, how cute can you be? |
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I'll give up my gallivanting, if you'd consent to be |
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The ready little steady on my family tree, how cute can you be? |
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She's got some soft hair shining, that the sun blinks his eyes, hey, how cute can you be? |
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A voice sweet and low, making temperatures rise, how cute can you be? |
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I'll give up my gallivanting, if you'd consent to be |
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The ready little steady on my family tree, how cute can you be? |
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Baby, how cute can you be? Hubba, how cute can you be? |
