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(cole porter) |
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Miss otis regrets |
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She's unable to lunch today. |
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Madam... |
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Miss otis regrets |
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She's unable to lunch today. |
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She is sorry to be delayed, |
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But last evening down at lover's lane, she strayed. |
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Madam... |
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Miss otis regrets |
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She's unable to lunch today. |
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~interlude~ |
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When she woke from her dream |
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And found that her love had gone, |
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Madam... |
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She ran to the man |
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Who had led her so far astray. |
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And from under her velvet gown, |
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She drew a gun and shot her lover down. |
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Madam... |
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Miss otis regrets |
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She's unable to lunch today. |
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Then the mob came and got her |
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And dragged her from the jail. |
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Madam... |
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They strung her upon |
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A willow across the way. |
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And the moment before she died, |
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She lifted up her lovely head and cried. |
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Madam... |
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Miss otis regrets |
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She's unable to lunch today. |