To be loved is a thrilling sensation as thrilling as can be
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Though it happens in every nation they greet if differently
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Every mademoiselle with pasoolala, every Englishman talks to his pater
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Every spittin' Venetian goes tra la la and the Irish say Mother McCree
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But when I look at you and I thrill like I do there is only one thing I can say
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Oh boy! oh boy! oh boy! oh boy! oh boy!
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Oh boy what a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy
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To know that you love me by heaven above me
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I never expected to pick you off the vine
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(The others will try and try and try and try and try
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To give you the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye)
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But when they approach you I'll keep them in line
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By telling them oh boy oh boy oh boy you're mine
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Certain characters hi-diddle-diddle when cupid comes along
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Some mechanics shift gears in the middle and drummers kick the gong
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Every cowboy I know hollers yipee-a-ay
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Every clown in the circus goes oopla
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Every sailor in port hollers anchors aweigh
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And an Indian gives you a ugg!
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But when you hold me tight like you're doing tonight
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There's only one thing I can say
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Oh boy! oh boy! oh boy! oh boy! oh boy!
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Oh boy what a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy
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To know that you love me by heaven above me
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I never expected to pick you off the vine
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(The others will try and try and try and try and try
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To give you the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye)
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But when they approach you I'll keep them in line
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By telling them oh boy oh boy oh boy
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Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy you're mine
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Oh Boy! Oh Boy! Oh Boy! Oh Boy! Oh Boy!
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| Dean Martin |
