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Oh, your pretty smile banish any gloom |
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And when I frown I feel unsound, I drag you down to ground level |
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I interrupt your flyin' high and summer sky in your mind |
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But then you grab me by the scruff and we're up, up and over |
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Over the dirty men, the streets where I retreat from living |
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Your pretty smile, it could light up any room |
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I've seen it many times banish any gloom |
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Darlin', don't you ever stop with that smilin', yeah |
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Your pretty smile, it could light up any room |
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I've seen it many times banish any gloom |
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Darlin', don't you ever stop with that smilin', yeah |
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One time I've seen the low lands green, I was sixteen and spellbound |
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I think of you when I glance over these old reels |
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Greta Garbo, Brigitte Bardot, Marilyn Monroe, such photos |
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The smog descends around my silhouette of dreams |
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Your pretty smile, it could light up any room |
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I've seen it many times banish any gloom |
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Darlin', don't you ever stop with that smilin', yeah |
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Your pretty smile, it could light up any room |
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I've seen it many times banish any gloom |
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Darlin', don't you ever stop with that smilin', yeah |
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Baby, baby, baby, baby |
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Baby, baby, baby, baby |
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Your pretty smile, it could light up most any room |
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I said your pretty smile, it could light up most any room |
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I said your pretty smile, it could light up most any room |
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Your pretty smile, your pretty smile could light up most any room |
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Your pretty smile, your pretty smile could light up most any room |
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Your pretty smile, your pretty smile could light up most any room |
