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In some secluded rendezvous |
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That overlooks the avenue |
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With someone sharing a delightful chat |
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Of this and that |
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And cocktails for two |
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As we enjoy a cigarette |
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To some exqiuisite chansonette |
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Two hands are sure to slyly meet beneath a serviette |
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With cocktails for two |
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My head may go reeling |
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But my heart will be o-be-di-ent |
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With in-tox-i-cat-ing kisses |
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For the principal in-gre-di-ent |
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Most any afternoon at five |
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We'll be so glad we're both alive |
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Then maybe fortune will complete her plan |
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That all began |
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With cocktails for two |
