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Why this feeling? |
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Why this glow? |
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Why the thrill when you say hello? |
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It's a strange and tender magic you do. |
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Mister Wonderful, that's you. |
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Why this trembling when you speak? |
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Why this joy when you touch my cheek? |
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I must tell you what my heart knows is true. |
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Mister Wonderful, that's you. |
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And why this longing to know your charms? |
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To spend forever here in your arms? |
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Oh, there's much more |
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I could say, |
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But the words keep slipping away, |
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And I'm left with one point of view. |
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Mister Wonderful, that's you. |
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One more thing, then |
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I'm through. |
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Mister Wonderful, |
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Mister Wonderful, |
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Mister Wonderful, |
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I love you! |
