Though our country will never make war
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We've a reason that's worth marching for
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Not for battle our banner unfurls
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But for girls, girls, girls, girls, girls.
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When we're marching we never retreat
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For we're charging a foe that is sweet!
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But we're caught in the swirls
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Of the enemy's curls
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And surrender to girls, girls, girls.
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[Verse (Not heard in the film)]
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Ruby lips taste like claret
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When they're pressing close to mine.
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What a flavor!
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I compare it to that oldest vintage wine.
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I don't need a book of verses
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Or a jug beneath the bough,
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And my memory rehearses
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Not a moment so sweet as now.
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Let us gaze in the wine while it's wet.
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Let's do things that we'll live to regret.
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Let me dance till the restaurant whirls
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With the girls, girls, girls, girls, girls!
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When there's wine and there's women and song
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It is wrong not to do something wrong!
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When you do something wrong,
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You must do something right,
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And I'm doing all right tonight.
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Girls, Girls, Girls!
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| Ray Charles |
