We'll have a blue room
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A new room for two room
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Where ev'ry day's a holiday
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Because you're married to me.
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Not like a ballroom
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A small room, A hall room
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Where I can smoke my pipe away
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With your wee head upon my knee.
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We will thrive on, keep alive on
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Just nothing but kisses
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With Mister and Missus
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On little blue chairs.
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You sew your trousseau
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And Robinson Crusoe
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Is not so far from worldly cares
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As our blue room far away upstairs!
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Blue Room
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| Ella Fitzgerald |
