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It seems there's none for me although |
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My aching heart discovers |
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In a story play or picture show |
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A host of perfect lovers |
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The first of all was Romeo |
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That passion isn't cool yet |
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This world would have a rosy glow |
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If I had been his Juliet |
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For Antony, I'd learn to care |
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Ah, he was strong and graceful |
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If other lovers held two pair |
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That fellow held an aceful |
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Somebody loves me, I wonder who |
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I wonder who he can be |
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Somebody loves me, I wish I knew |
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Who can he be worries me |
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For every boy who passes me |
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I shout, "Hey, maybe |
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You were meant to be my loving baby" |
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Somebody loves me, I wonder who maybe it's you |
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At one time, Harold Lloyd, I thought |
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Was grand in every flashback |
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To see him, oh, the seats I bought |
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I wish I had the cash back |
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'Twas Big Bill Hart who took his place |
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He's western and he's classy |
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He had an open space's face |
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And oh, girls, what a chassy |
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Then, Jackie Coogan came along |
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He had the other shown-up |
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And to him, I will sing my song |
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As soon as he is grown up |
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Somebody loves me, I wonder who |
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I wonder who he can be |
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Somebody loves me, I wish I knew |
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Who can he be worries me |
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For every boy who passes me |
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I shout, "Hey, maybe |
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You were meant to be my loving baby" |
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Somebody loves me, I wonder who maybe it's you |
