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Say, have you seen a Carioca?
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It's not a foxtrot or a polka
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It has a little bit of new rhythm, a blue rhythm that sighs
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It has a meter that is tricky
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A bit of wicked wacky-wicky
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But when you dance it with a new love, there's a true love in her eye
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You dream of a new Carioca
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Its theme is a kiss and a sigh
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You dream of a new Carioca
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When music and lights are gone we say goodbye
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Two heads together, they say are better than one
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Two heads together, that's how the dance is begun
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Two arms around you and lips, that's why I'm yours and you are mine
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And you are mine
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Now that you've done the Carioca
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You'll never care to do the Polka
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And then you'll realize the blue hula and bamboola are through
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Tomorrow morning you'll discover
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You're just a Carioca lover
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And when you dance it with each new love, there'll be true love just for you
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Now you'll dream of a new Carioca
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Its theme is a kiss and a sigh
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You'll dream of a new Carioca
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When music and lights are gone and we're saying goodbye
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Goodbye
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Carioca
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| Connee Boswell |
