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Fetch me a glass, let's fill it with fine romance |
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Pour slow the wine, then let your eyes kiss mine |
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You, you with the charming eyes |
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Lately i've found myself truly beguiled |
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If this is a waltz, then i can't refuse |
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To dance with a man like you. |
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She must be fine, she must be enchantingly kind |
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And she must be fair, and never reveal that she cares |
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Then, then when you've got her heart |
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Spin her around till she begs you to stop |
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But this is a waltz and no lady refuses |
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To dance with a man like you. |
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And if she inquires the meaning of love |
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You'll silence her words with a glance |
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And if she desires to wonder and pause |
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You'll charmingly ask her to dance |
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You promised me that you would forever be kind |
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And if meant to be, our love would find comfort in time |
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Now, now that you feel no more |
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How could i follow you out to the floor |
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And now it's the waltz but i have to refuse |
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To dance with a man like you |
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But this is your waltz and you'll find someone new |
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To dance with a man like you |
