[1st verse:]
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Miss Lena Kraussmeyer with hair red as fire
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Last Saturday went to a ball
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There stood Mister Herman, a sweet little German
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The best that was dressed in the hall
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The music played dances like ragtime and lanciers
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But no one would go on the floor
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So quickly the band played a waltz that was grand
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A waltz that made sweet Lena roar
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[Refrain:]
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Herman let's dance to the tune of that beautiful waltz
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Now listen you German, I'm talking to you
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I'll do something dear you don't want me to do
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So come on take a chance and I'll know that your love isn't false
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A feeling that's healing comes stealing while spieling
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That beautiful, beautiful waltz
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[2nd verse:]
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I heard that a coon who heard Mendelssohn's tune
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Kissed the first man she saw, if it's true
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That very same feeling I feel on me stealing
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And Herman I'm looking at you
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So close both your eyes, make believe you ain't wise
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Only pucker your lips into place
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Think of five hundred meld or a sweet Anna Held
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While I kiss the hole in your face
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Herman Let's Dance That Beautiful Waltz
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| Irving Berlin |
