Have you seen him on the corner
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And his lip would reach the pavement.
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He's been hiding from his razor,
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Is he not an awful sight?
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In love he was the purist,
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How he's frightening our tourists.
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If he'd gone and asked his father
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Oh, I'm sure he'd set him right, sayin'
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"Take her in your arms
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And tell her that you love her,
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Take her in your arms
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And hold that woman tight.
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Won't you take her in your arms
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And tell her that you love her.
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If you're going to love a woman
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Then be sure you do it right."
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Now he met her at a disco
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In a dive in San Francisco
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And it all might have been different
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Had he seen her in daylight.
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She was painted, she was scented,
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But she drove your man demented
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If he'd gone and asked his father
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Oh, I'm sure he'd set him right, sayin'
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Here's a pub with fun and laughter
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The landlord's buying bevvy.
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There's a session in the corner
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And the crack is grand tonight,
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But your man who's lost his woman,
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He's still at home lamenting.
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If he'd gone and asked his father
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Oh, I'm sure he'd set him right, sayin'
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Now, depression's not a million laughs
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But suicide's too dangerous.
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Don't go leppin' out of buildings
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In the middle of the night.
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It's not the fall --- but landin'
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That'll alter social standin'
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So go first and ask your father
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Oh, I'm sure he'll set you right, sayin'
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Here's a health to all true lovers,
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Their sisters and their brothers,
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And their uncles and their grannies,
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For this thing is black and white.
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If you're keen to start romancin'
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With its leppin' and its dancin'
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Then go first and ask your father
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And I'm sure he'll set you right, sayin'
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Take Her In Your Arms
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| Andy M. Stewart |
