At words poetic I'm so pathetic
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That I always have found it best
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Instead of getting it off my chest
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To let 'em rest unexpressed
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I hate parading my serenading
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As I'll probably miss a bar
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But if this ditty is not so pretty
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At least it'll tell you how great you are
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You're the top - you're the Coliseum.
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You're the top -
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mmm¡¦ you're the Louvre museum.
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You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss.
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You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnet, You're Mickey Mouse.
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You're the Nile - You're the tower of Pisa.
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You're the smile - on the Mona Lisa.
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I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop.
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But if baby I'm the bottom, you're the top.
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Your the top!
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-you're Mahatma Ghandi.
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You're the top - you are Napoleon brandy.
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You're the purple light of a summer night in Spain.
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You're the National Gallery,
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You're Garbo's salary,
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You're cellophane.
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You are sublime, you're a turkey dinner.
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You're the time - the time of the Derby winner.
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I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop.
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But if baby I'm the bottom, you're the top, top.
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Steve, there is something I got to tell ya..
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What is it Judy?
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Well, umm¡¦
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You're the top
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I am?
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- mmm ¡¦You're a Waldorf salad
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Oh No, no let me say it
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You're the top
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me too?
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- You're a Berlin ballad
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You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire
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well, Actually I don't dance very well
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You're an O'Neill drama,
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you're Whistler's Mother -
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Mama
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oh,
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You're Camembert.
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Camembert, well, You're a rose,
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mmm. that is sweet
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You're Inferno's Dante.
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That's a very intellectual reference
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You're the nose -
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watch it!
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I mean
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Whatwhatwhawha what-
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on the great Durante.
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Ah, That's better
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I'm the lazy lout who is just about to storm
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Let's not storm
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But if baby I'm the bottom,
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She's the one for me
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And I've got 'im
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Cuz if baby I'm the bottom,
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You're the top.
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YOU'RE THE TOP
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| Barbra Streisand |
