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The night is young, the skies are clear |
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So if you want to go walking, dear, |
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It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely. |
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I understand the reason why |
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You're sentimental, 'cause so am I, |
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It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely. |
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You can tell at a glance |
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What a swell night this is for romance, |
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You can hear dear Mother Nature |
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Murmuring low, |
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"Let yourself go!" |
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So please be sweet, my chickadee, |
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And when I kiss you, just say to me, |
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"It's delightful, it's delicious, |
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It's delectable, it's delirious, |
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It's dilemma, it's delimit, it's deluxe, |
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It's de-lovely". |
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I feel a sudden urge to sing |
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The kind of ditty that invokes the spring. |
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I'll control my desire to curse |
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While you crucify the verse. |
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This verse I started seems to me |
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The Tin-Pantithesis of a melody, |
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So spare us all the pain, |
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Just skip the darn thing and sing the refrain... |
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Mi, mi, mi, mi, |
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Re, re, re, re, |
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Do, sol, mi, do, la, si. |
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The night is young, the skies are clear |
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So if you want to go walking, dear, |
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It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely. |
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I understand the reason why |
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You're sentimental, 'cause so am I, |
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It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely. |
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You can tell at a glance |
|
What a swell night this is for romance, |
|
You can hear dear Mother Nature |
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Murmuring low, |
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"Let yourself go!" |
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So please be sweet, my chickadee, |
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And when I kiss you, just say to me, |
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"It's delightful, it's delicious, |
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It's...It's de-lovely". |
