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You're the top |
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(You're the top) |
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You're the top |
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(You're the top) |
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You're the top |
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(You're the top, you're the top) |
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At words, poetic, I'm so pathetic |
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That I always have found it best |
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Instead of getting them off my chest |
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To let 'em rest unexpressed |
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I hate parading my serenading |
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As I'll probably miss a bar |
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But if this ditty is not so pretty |
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At least it'll tell you how great you are |
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You're the top! |
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You're the Colosseum |
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You're the top! |
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You're the Louvre museum |
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You're a melody |
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From a symphony by Strauss |
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You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnet |
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You're Mickey Mouse |
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You're the Nile, you're the Tower of Pisa |
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You're the smile on the Mona Lisa |
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I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop |
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But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top |
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You're the top! |
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You're Mahatma Gandhi |
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You're the top! |
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You're Napoleon brandy |
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You're the nimble tread |
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Of the feet of Fred Astaire |
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You're an O'Neill drama, you're Whistler's Mama |
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You're Camembert |
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You're Repose, you're Inferno's Dante |
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You're the nose on the great Durante |
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I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop |
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But if baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top |
