Who cares if you're Jewish,
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And your breath smells of garlic,
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And your nose is a shiny red light.
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To me you are gorgeous,
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And everything's right,
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When I turn off the living room light.
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Your clothes are old-fashioned,
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Your knuckles are bony,
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Your hair looks a terrible sight.
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But I don't have to see you,
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The way that you are,
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When I turn off the living room light.
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When I turn off the living room light.
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I don't have to see you,
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The way that you are,
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When I turn off the living room light.
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Well it's not that you are ugly,
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And I'm not being cruel,
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It helps me to relax, dear,
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It helps to keep me cool.
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Now I am not intending,
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To make you feel ashamed,
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What's wrong in me pretending?
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'Cause you can't help being plain.
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Your nose may be bulbous,
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Your face may be spotty,
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Your skin may be wrinkled and tight.
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But I don't want to see you,
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The way that you are,
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So I turn off the living room light.
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We don't feel so ugly,
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We don't feel so draggy,
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We don't feel so twisted up tight.
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And we don't feel as ugly as we really are,
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When we turn off the living room light.
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When we turn off the living room light.
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We don't feel as ugly as we really are,
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When we turn off the living room light.
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When I Turn Off The Living Room Light
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