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I won't kiss your hand, Madam,
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Crazy for you though I am.
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I'll never woo you on bended knee,
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No Madam, not me.
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We don't need that flow'ry fuss,
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No sir, Madam, not for us
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My romance
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doesn't have to have a moon
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in the sky
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My romance
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doesn't need a blue lagoon
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standing by;
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No mounth of May,
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no twinkling stars,
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no hide away,
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no soft guitars.
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My romance
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doesn't need a castle
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rising in Spain,
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Nor a dance
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to a constantly surprising refrain.
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Wide awake
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I can make my most fantasting dreams come true.
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My romance doesn't need a thing but you.
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My Romance
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| Ella |
