Oh, it really wasn't my intention
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To disregard convention
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It was just an impulse
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That had to be obeyed.
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Though it seems convention we've been scorning
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I'll still not go in mourning
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Though my reputation
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Is blemished, I'm afraid.
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With just one kiss
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What heaven, what rapture, what bliss
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Honestly, I thought you wouldn't.
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Naturally, you thought you couldn't.
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And probably we shouldn't.
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But aren't you kind of glad we did?
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Actually, it all was blameless.
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Nevertheless, they'll call it shameless
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So let's keep the lady nameless
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But aren't you kind of glad we did?
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Socially, I'll be an outcast
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Obviously, we dined alone
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On my good name there will be doubt cast
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With never a sign of any chaperone.
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No matter how they may construe it
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Whether or not, we have to rue it
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Whatever made us do it
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Say, aren't you kind of glad we did?
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[Instrumental bridge]
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Whatever made us do it
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Say, aren't you kind of glad we did?
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Aren't You Kind Of Glad We Did?
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| Ella Fitzgerald |
