I feel a sudden urge to sing the kind of ditty that invokes the Spring;
So, control your desire to curse while I cru - ci - fy the verse.
This verse I've started seems to me the "Tin Pan-tithesis" of melody,
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So to spare you all the pain,
I'll skip the darn thing and sing the refrain.
The night is young, the skies are clear
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And if you want to go walkin', Dear,
It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de - love - ly.
I understand the reason why you're sentimental, 'cause so am I --
It's de - light - ful, it's de - li - cious, it's de - love - ly.
Bridge:
You can tell at a glance what a swell night this is for ro - mance
You can hear Dear Mother Nature murmuring low, "Let yourself go."
So please be sweet, my chickadee
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And when I kiss ya, just say to me
"It's delightful, it's delicious, it's delectable, it's delirious,
It's dilemma, it's de-limit, it's deluxe, it's de-lovely."