On a hot, sunny day
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When your whites return to gray
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That's when she'll arrive
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When you look
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How you feel
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Someone steps upon your heel
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That's when she will come
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Listen now
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I'm not saying that there will be violins
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But don't be surprised if they appear
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Playing in some doorway
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Still I can't believe that this is happening
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We're such unlikely lovers
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Though no one seems to notice as they hurry by
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Ask me what I'm thinking and I won't deny it
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Can you believe it's happening?
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There were no magic bells
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You can keep the flowers and bells
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They just don't seem right
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Can it actually be
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Me and you and you and me
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We're like day and night
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Such Unlikely Lovers
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Burt Bacharach |