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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 hairdo 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 |
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that I'd walk in the daze now? |
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I never go to shows at night, |
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but just to matinees now. |
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I see the show |
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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 where there again |
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to get into my hair again. |
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It never entered my mind. |
