[1st verse:]
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It takes a German to make Lager Beer
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It takes the French to make wine
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It takes a pale-faced man from old Japan
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To make a nice embroidered fan
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It takes a Turk to make the cigarettes
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For you American men
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It takes a black-eyed Hawaiian lad
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To make ukeleles, but then
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[Refrain:]
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It takes an Irishman to make love
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It seems to fit them just like a glove
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I know you money-makers are here in New York
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But all the heart breakers are over in Cork
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It is not the things that they do
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But how they do them fascinates you
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And when it comes to kissing sure they stand alone
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For years they've practiced on the blarney stone
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And you'll discover that the world's great lover
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Came from Ireland
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[2nd verse:]
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You've heard them sing in all their Irish songs
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"Ireland fell from the skies"
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And I believe it's true, their eyes of blue
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Are little bits of Heaven too
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Talk of your gentlemen from foreign lands
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And the polite things they do
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But it's the honey-toned Irish voice
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That steals the heart right out of you
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It Takes An Irishman To Make Love
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| Irving Berlin |
