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Do I want to be with you
As the years come and go
Only forever
If you care to know
Would I grant all your wishes
And be proud of the task
Only forever
If someone should ask
How long would it take me
To be near if you beckon
Off hand I would figure
Less than a second
Do you think I'll remember
How you looked when you smile
Only forever
That's putting it mild
How long would it take me
To be near if you beckon
Off hand I would figure
Less than a second
Do you think I'll remember
How you looked when you smile
Only forever
That's putting it mild
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The light-hearted gay
Kind of charm you display
That's for me
The wonderful sly
Little trick with your eye
That's for me
What a feather in my hat
If I could gratify your wish
Do you like the movies
Or what is your favorite dish
The tilt of your chin
When you chuckle or grin
That's for me
You might as well know
That wherever you go
There I'll be
Just to make sure you keep your heart
Alone and fancy free
No one else can have it; that's for me
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An apple for the teacher
That seems the thing to do
Because I want to learn
About romance from you.
An apple for the teacher
To show I'm meek and mild,
If you insist on saying
That I'm just a problem child.
You'll get all my attention,
Your wish will be my rule;
And maybe you'll be good to me
And keep me after school
An apple for the teacher
That's how I'd better start,
The after while you may give in
And let me bring my heart
An apple for the teacher
Will always do the trick,
When you don't know
Your lesson in arithmetic
An apple for the teacher
Will meet with great success
If you forgot to memorize
The Gettysburg Address
A little bit of glamour
A charm that's cute and quaint;
And he'll excuse your grammar
And believe you're what you ain't.
You may be just a lemon
But he'll think you're a peach
Just bring an apple for the teacher
When he starts to teach
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Go fly a kite and tie your troubles to the tail
They'll be blown away by a merry gale
Go fly a kite and toss your worries to the wind
And they won't come back, they'll be too chagrined
Go on make friends with the sky
Have a talk with the sun
It's the bright way to live, if you'll pardon the pun
Go fly a kite and you'll imagine you're a king
Cause you've got your world on a piece of string
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I'm so afraid of night 'cause I'm too romantic.
Moonlight and stars can make such a fool of me.
You know you're much too near, and I am too romantic,
Wouldn't I be a sight on a bended knee.
I'm startled when you whisper, I'll run if you should sigh,
I must be so careful, or I'll kiss my heart goodbye.
You shouldn't let me dream 'cause I'm too romantic,
Don't make me fall unless it could all come true.
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