I won't to tell of my love to the red, red rose
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Or the running brook where the sweet magnolia grows
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I won't tell of my love to every little star
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Or the wipperwill on the hill afar
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I'll tell the man in the street and everyone I meet
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That you and I are sweethearts
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I'll shout it out from the roof, I'll give the papers proof
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That we two are complete hearts
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I want the world to know, I'll use the radio
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And when I've said all my say until you're old and gray
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You'll never get away from me
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I'll Tell The Man In The Street (From "I Married An Angel" 1938)
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| Kristin Chenoweth |
