(Lorenz Hart and Richard Rodgers)
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I don't care if there's powder on my nose
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I don't care if my hair-do is in place
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I've lost the very meaning of repose
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I never put a mudpack on my face
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Oh who'd have thought that I walk in a daze now
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I never go to shows at night but just to matinees now
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I see the show, and home I go
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Once I laughed when I heard you saying
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That I'd be playing solitaire
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Uneasy in my easy chair
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It never entered my mind
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Once you told me I was mistaken
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That I'd awaken with the sun
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And order orange juice for one
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It never entered my mind
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You have what I lack myself
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And now I even have to scratch my back myself
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Once you warned me that if you scorned me
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I'd sing the maiden's prayer again
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And wish that you were there again
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To get into my hair again
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It never entered my mind
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Once you warned me that if you scorned me
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I'd sing the maiden's prayer again
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And wish that you were there again
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To get into my hair again
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It never entered my mind
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It never entered my mind
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It Never Entered My Mind
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| Linda Ronstadt |
