Every evening, eight o'clock, the curtain's up, the band begins to play
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The mayor's there, his lovely wife's been squeezed into the fashions of the day
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You make your entrance on time
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Decadent, thrilling, divine
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You're hypnotic, so exotic, the audience just sighs and melts away
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Encore, show us more
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Sweet Gipsy Rose-a
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Encore, they shout more
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Se magnifica
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Such a pretty face, than of you bolding into space
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So give them more, encore
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Tre magnifica
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Twelve o'clock, the stage is bare, the curtain's down, the show comes to an end
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Waiting in the wings, I see the silhouette of him, your current friend
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Without me, your show wouldn't be
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Professional right down to a "T"
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Yes, I'm the one who pulls the curtain down, yes, I'm the one you'll never see
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Encore, show them more
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Sweet Gipsy Rose-a
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Encore, they shout more
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Se magnifica
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Such a pretty face, will send me flying into space
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So give them more, encore
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Tre magnifica
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Without me, your show wouldn't be
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Professional right down to a "T"
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Yes, I'm the one who pulls the curtain down, yes, I'm the one you'll never see
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Encore, show them more
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Sweet Gipsy Rose-a
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Encore, they shout more
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Se magnifica
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Such a pretty face, has got me flying up in space
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So give us more, encore
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Tre magnifica
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Encore (Sweet Gipsy Rose)
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| Taco |
