What's the wine like? What's the beer?
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What a deluxe, uptown, gala quagmire,
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I thought you'd be here.
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What's the wine like? What's the beer?
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It's a damp night up the lane,
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Don't those lights on the lawn look left out
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In the soft, summer rain?
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It's a damp night up the lane.
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Rose Marie, can you help me find clear skies?
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Rose Marie, could I still shine in your eyes?
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I'm a song bird, I'm a tune,
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I've been blue since
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They paved Pittman Pond,
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But I'll soar again soon,
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I'm a songbird, I'm a tune.
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Rose Marie, can you help me find clear skies?
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Rose Marie, could I still shine in your eyes?
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Eyes are like a window to the soul, they say,
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And they still say love is blind;
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Anyway, I found you here,
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Way up in this atmosphere,
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Hangin' with the chandeliers
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And so refined, -fined, girl.
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Could I hold you? Could I still?
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Yeah, your bare shoulders shine sweet and soft,
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But you might take a chill,
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Could I hold you? Could I still?
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Can I see you? Can I soon?
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Could we meet in that joint on the point
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And look out for the moon?
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Can I see you? Can I soon?
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Rose Marie, can you help me find clear skies?
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Rose Marie, could I still shine in your eyes?
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I dream of you, girl, with your dark, brown eyes.
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Rose Marie
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Steve Forbert |