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Sound of Music-MARIA |
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She climbs a tree |
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And scrapes her knee |
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Her dress has got a tear. |
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She waltzes on her way to mass |
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And whistles on the stair. |
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And underneath her wimpole |
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She has curlers in her hair! |
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I even herad her singing in the abbey. |
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She's always late for chapel, |
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But her penitence is real. |
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She's always late for everything, |
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Except for every meal. |
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I hate to have to say it, |
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But I very firmly feel |
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Maria's not an asset to the abbey! |
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I'd like to say a word in her behalf. |
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Maria makes me laugh! |
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How do you solve a problem like Maria? |
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How do you catch a cloud and bring it down? |
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How do you find a word that means Maria? |
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A flibberti gibbet! |
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A willo' the wisp! |
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A clown! |
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Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her, |
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Many a thing she ought to understand. |
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But how do you make her stay |
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And listen to all you say, |
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How do you keep a wave upon the sand? |
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Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria? |
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How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand? |
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When I'm dazed and confused, |
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Out of focus and bemused, |
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And I never know exactly where I am. |
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Unpredictable as weather, |
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She's as flighty as a feather, |
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She's a darling, |
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She's a demon, |
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She's a lamb. |
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She'd out-pester any pest, |
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Drive a hornet from his nest, |
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She could throw a whirling dervish Out of whirl. |
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She is gentle, |
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She is wild, |
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She's a riddle. |
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She's a child. |
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She's a headache! |
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She's an angel! |
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She's a girl. |
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How do you solve a problem like Maria? |
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How do you catch a clown and pin it down? |
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How do you find a word that means Maria? |
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A flibberti gibbet! |
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A willo' the wisp! |
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A clown! |
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Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her, |
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Many a thing she ought to understand. |
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But how do you make her say, |
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And listen to all you say? |
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How do you keep a wave upon the sand? |
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Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria? |
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How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand? |
