| Oh me, oh my
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| I’m so sad that I could cry
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| With a very good reason why
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| I’ve no one to be gay with
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| That’s why I wear a frown
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| No children I can play with
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| London bridge is falling down
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| My fair lady
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| I wanna make mud pies
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| In fact I’d like to be a mess
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| I wanna make mud pies
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| I know that I’d find happiness
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| If I got jam on my fingers
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| Chocolate on my face
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| And molasses all over my dress
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| You’re the only friends I’ve ever had
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| But one minute you’re good
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| And the very next minute you’re bad!
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| At times I ought to hate you
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| You make me feel so blue
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| But honest I can’t hate you
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| When you smile at me the way you do
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| Oh, my goodness!
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| Sometimes I want to leave you
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| You tell such awful lies
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| But I could never leave you
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| When I look into those great big eyes
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| Oh, my goodness!
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| I love you, do you love me
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| Honey, if you don’t, why don’tcha
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| Honey, if you won’t, why won’tcha
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| Am I gonna have trouble with you?
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| I really ought to scold you
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| You’ll have me old and grey
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| But when it’s time to scold you
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| I hold you in my arms and say
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| Oh, my. |
| Oh, my…
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| Oh, my goodness!
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| Zometimes I ought to hashe you
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| You make me veel zo blue
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| But onest I can’t hashe you
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| When you zmile at me, my lovely poupchen
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| Ach, mein gootness!
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| You are my ev’ry ting-a-vitch
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| You’re like a day in spring-a-vitch
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| And you make my heart sing-a-vitch
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| Looky-looky-looksky, here comes trotsky
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| Oh, chah chornya
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| I lovee you, do you lovee me
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| Maya-kaya-kow-kow see see
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| Eenie-meenie mo-guss meenzie
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| Am I gonna have ta-louble with you?
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| Honey child, I really ought to scold ya
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| You’ll have your mammy old and grey
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| Pickaninny, when it’s time ta scold ya
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| I just hold ya in my lovin' arms and say
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| Oh, my-- heidi, heidi, heidi, hi!
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| Oh… My goodness |