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Rumors are flying that you've got me sighing |
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That I'm in a crazy kind of a daze, a lazy sort of a haze |
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When I go walking, I hear people talking |
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They say our affair is not just a passing phase |
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And they whisper 'bout the flowers |
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You keep sending me by the dozen |
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And they wonder 'bout the hours |
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That you spend with me, it keeps them buzzin' |
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Rumors are flying and I'm not denying |
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That people are sure I'm falling in love with you |
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'Cause for a change, darling |
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All the rumors are true |
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And they whisper all about the flowers |
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The many little flowers you keep sending me by the dozen |
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And they wonder all about the hours |
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That you spend with your baby, what do you do, do, do |
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That keeps 'em buzzin' all the time, all the time |
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Rumors are flying and I'm not denying |
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That people are sure I'm falling in love with you |
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'Cause for a change, darling |
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All the rumors are true |
