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I love the East, I love the West |
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And North and South, their both the best |
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But I only want go there as a guest |
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'Cause I love being here with you |
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I love the sea, I love the shore |
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I love the rocks and what is more |
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With you there, they'd never be a bore |
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'Cause I love being here with you |
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Singing in the shower, laughing by the hour |
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Life is such a breezy game |
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Love all kinds of weather, long as we're together |
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I love to hear you say my name |
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I love good wine and fine cuisine |
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And candle light, I like the scene |
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But baby if you know what I mean |
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I love being here with you |
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I love being here with you |
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I like a dance by Fred Astaire |
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And Brando's eyes, Yul Brynner's hair |
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But I think to tell you's only fair |
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That I love being here with you |
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And Cary Grant, oh do-dah-day |
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His utter charm takes me away |
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But don't get me wrong, how do you say |
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I love being here with you |
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Basie's band a-swinging, I like Ella's singing |
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Because there's something else, you know |
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They know how to say it, they know how to play it |
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They wind it up and let it go |
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I love the thrill of New York shows |
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I'd love to kiss Durante's nose |
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But I'd like to say before I close |
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That I love, and is love, I love being here with you |
