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I don't care if there's powder on my nose |
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I don't care if my hair-do is in place |
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I've lost the very meaning of repose |
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I never put a mudpack on my face |
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Oh who'd have thought that I walk in a daze now |
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I never go to shows at night but just to matinees now |
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I see the show, and home I go |
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Once I laughed when I heard you saying |
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That I'd be playing solitaire |
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Uneasy in my easy chair |
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It never entered my mind |
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Once you told me I was mistaken |
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That I'd awaken with the sun |
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And order orange juice for one |
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It never entered my mind |
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You have what I lack myself |
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And now I even have to scratch my back myself |
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Once you warned me that if you scorned me |
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I'd sing the maiden's prayer again |
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And wish that you were there again |
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To get into my hair again |
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It never entered my mind |
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Once you warned me that if you scorned me |
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I'd sing the maiden's prayer again |
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And wish that you were there again |
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To get into my hair again |
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It never entered my mind |
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It never entered my mind |
