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What a Doll

[Whistle]
What a doll!
 
I was in the street at about one thirty three
the other night while I was leaving from my usual café
when I crossed a nice mammal, size 103.
 
[Whistle]
What a doll!
 
She filled a beautiful dress of magnificent lamé.
She was a heap of curves like there is none in this world.
What a show, the legs! A wonder, believe me!
 
[Whistle]
What a doll!
 
“Hey, hey, hey” I call to her, “baby!
Come on, come on, come on, don't be stupid!
You know, you know, you know, I am fickle,
if you don't kiss me right away you’ll miss an occasion”.
 
She turns around, then she looks me up and down
as if I was a tramp
then she squares off
like Rocky,1the great champion.
She feints with her right and with the left
she sticks to a lamppost.
 
[Whistle]
What a swing!
 
(Orchestra)
 
She, she, she, very frightened,
then and there becomes pale.
Then, then, then, very alarmed,
she hugs me to hold me up,
she pities me.
 
You know how it is, I think about it and then I decide that it’s OK with me.
I still pretend to be fainted, she falls for it and, you know what she does?
Imploring me and crying she gives me a nice kiss!
 
[Whistle]
What a doll!
 
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