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She climbs a tree and scrapes her knee
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Her dress has got a tear
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She waltzes on her way to Mass
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And whistles on the stair
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And underneath her wimple
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She has curlers in her hair
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I even heard her singing in the abbey
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She's always late for chapel
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But her penitence is real
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She's always late for everything
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Except for every meal
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I hate to have to say it
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But I very firmly feel
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Maria's not an asset to the abbey
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I'd like to say a word in her behalf
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Maria makes me laugh
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How do you solve a problem like Maria?
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How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
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How do you find a word that means Maria?
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A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown!
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Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her
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Many a thing she ought to understand
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But how do you make her stay
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And listen to all you say
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How do you keep a wave upon the sand
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Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria?
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How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?
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When I'm with her I'm confused
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Out of focus and bemused
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And I never know exactly where I am
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Unpredictable as weather
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She's as flighty as a feather
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She's a darling! She's a demon! She's a lamb!
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She'd outpester any pest
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Drive a hornet from its nest
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She could throw a whirling dervish out of whirl
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She is gentle! She is wild!
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She's a riddle! She's a child!
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She's a headache! She's an angel!
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She's a girl!
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How do you solve a problem like Maria?
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How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
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How do you find a word that means Maria?
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A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown!
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Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her
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Many a thing she ought to understand
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But how do you make her stay
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And listen to all you say
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How do you keep a wave upon the sand
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Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria?
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How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?
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Maria
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| Sound of Music |
