Frank:
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Gee I don't know, I'd like to whisper sweet nothings
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Those words that everyone knows
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But my thoughts gets mangled,
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And all the words get tangled,
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But since you asked me, here goes:
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You're awful, awful good to look at,
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Awful nice to be with, awful sweet to have and hold.
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You're nothing, nothing if not lovely,
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Nothing if not dazzling, nothing but pure gold,
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You're frightening, frightening me when you say
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That you might go away,
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You're boring, boring into my heart to stay
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.
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You're cheap, dear, cheap at any price, dear,
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Cheap for such a diamond,
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Cheap for such a pearl,
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What I said before, I'll say again,
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You're awful, awful nice to be my girl.
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Betty Garrett:
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You're old, dear, old with worldly wisdom,
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Old like Gordon Soda, old like finest French champagne,
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You're so-so, so-so, so-so kinda charming,
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So-so kind of witty, so I can't explain,
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Frank:
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Can't stand you, I can't stand you to give some fellow the eye,
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Can't stand you in the arms of another guy,
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Who needs you? Need you to distraction,
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Need you too this crazy, need you rain or shine,
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Both:
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I'm the one who needs you,
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And I think you're awful,
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Awful nice to say you're mine.
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You're Awful
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Frank Sinatra |