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Savoy, the home of sweet romance |
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Savoy, it wins you with a glance |
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Savoy, gives happy feet a chance to dance |
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Your old form just like a clinging vine |
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Your lips so warm and sweet as wine |
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Your cheek so soft and close to mine, divine |
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How my heart is singing |
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While the band is swinging |
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I'm never tired of romping |
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And stomping with you at the savoy |
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What joy, a perfect holiday |
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Savoy, where we can glide and sway |
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Savoy, let me stomp away with you |
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The home of sweet romance |
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It wins you at a glance |
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Gives happy feet a chance to dance, dance |
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Just like a clinging vine |
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So soft and sweet as wine |
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So soft and close to mine, divine |
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How my heart is singing |
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While the band is swinging |
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I'm never, never, never tired of romping |
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And stomping with you at the savoy |
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What joy, a perfect holiday |
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Savoy, where we can glide and sway |
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Savoy, let me stomp away with you |
