(Crystal Bernard/David Rhyne)
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A million dollar face
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So ivory and fair
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That launched a thousand ships
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Danced with Fred Astaire
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Lusted for her dreams
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So passionate and wild
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So talented it seemed
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Everybody wants to be a Gardenia
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So beautiful and delicate to touch
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Something 'bout the way we loved Gardenia
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As the years went by
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Her beauty didn't fade
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Movies didn't come
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She felt so betrayed because
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The more she had to give
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The less they want to buy
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I guess she outlived
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Her moment in the sun to be Gardenia
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So beautiful and delicate to touch
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Something 'bout the way we loved Gardenia
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Hadn't seen her for sometime
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And I apologized
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I said I'd give my youth to you
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For the wisdom in your eyes
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I wish I'd been there every day
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To take good care of you
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She said Baby, don't you cry
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I knew you'd come in time to see Gardenia
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And with her fragile hand she said good-bye
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Something 'bout the way we loved Gardenia
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Gardenia
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| Crystal Bernard |
