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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 mud pack on my face |
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Oh, who'd have thought that |
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I'd walk in a daze |
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Now I never go to shows at night but just to matinees |
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Now I see the show and home |
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I goOnce I laughed when |
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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 |
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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 |
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I laughed myself |
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And now I even have |
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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, it never entered my mind |