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All the gentleman |
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falling at your feet. |
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Would you break their hearts, |
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let them taste defeat? |
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How could you love a boy like, |
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How could you love a boy like me? |
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You're just too pretty. |
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Pretty girls who love to sing |
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in chorus lines along a lonely street |
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kick the shoes off their pretty feet. |
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I'd better find a girl |
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before I'm old and grey. |
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When I get like that, |
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would she even stay? |
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I'll remember him, |
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the boy in the bright red crown, |
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making all the pretties laugh by |
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putting everybody down. |
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How could you love a boy like, |
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how could you love a boy like me? |
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You're just too pretty. |
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Pretty girls who love to sing |
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in chorus lines along a lonely street |
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kick the shoes off their pretty feet. |
