When a bird young and free
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Hangs around a certain tree
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Singing serenades that tell his love is true
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That's because it's the natural thing to do.
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And when a cat on a fence
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Keeps his darling in suspense
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And he's brave enough to face a well-aimed shoe
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That's because it's the natural thing to do.
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And you know every dove
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Has its heart set on love,
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Rabbits, too, pet and pat,
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And there's nothin wrong with that!
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When a boy such as I
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Tries so hard to qualify
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With a very lovely lady such as you.
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Can't you see it's the natural thing to do?
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And then the girl she acts demure
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The boy he feels proud and sure
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So proud and sure that he impulsively suggests a rendevous.
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Fine thing!
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That's because it's the natural thing to do.
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But the girl she just won't agree.
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She whimpers and she simpers
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And he begs on bended knee.
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But she runs away because she knows full well he'll pursue.
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The chump!
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That's because it's the natural thing to do.
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Then the boy in despair
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Waves his arms, tears his hair.
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Stamps his feet and he acts like mad
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Then you know that he's got it bad.
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Then the girl she oughta fall
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If she's got a heart at all.
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She should take him in her arms
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And kiss him too.
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Oh! Oh! Just the natural thing to do.
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It's The Natural Thing To Do
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| Bing Crosby |
