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We'll have a blue room |
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A new room for two room |
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Where every day's a holiday |
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Because you're married to me |
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Not like a ballroom |
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A small room, a hall room |
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Where I can smoke my pipe away |
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With your wee head upon my knee |
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We will thrive on, keep alive on |
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Just nothing but kisses |
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With mister and missus |
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On little blue chairs |
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You sew your trousseau |
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And Robinson Crusoe |
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Is not so far from worldly cares |
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As our blue room far away upstairs |
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They will thrive on, keep alive on |
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Just nothing but kisses |
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With mister and missus |
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On little blue chair |
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She'll wear her trousseau |
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And Robinson Crusoe |
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Is not so far from worldly cares |
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As our blue room far away upstairs |
