Why this feeling? Why this glow?
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Why the thrill when you say hello?
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It's a strange and tender magic you do.
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Mister Wonderful, that's you.
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Why this trembling when you speak?
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Why this joy when you touch my cheek?
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I must tell you what my heart knows is true.
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Mister Wonderful, that's you.
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And why this longing to know your charms?
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To spend forever here in your arms?
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Oh, there's much more I could say,
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But the words keep slipping away,
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And I'm left with one point of view.
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Mister Wonderful, that's you.
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One more thing, then I'm through.
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Mister Wonderful,
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Mister Wonderful,
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Mister Wonderful, I love you!
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Mr. Wonderful
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| Bette Midler |
