Picture a penthouse way up in the sky
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With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
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A sweet slice of heaven for just you and I
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When we're alone
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From all of society we'll stay aloof
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And live in propriety there on the roof
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Two heavenly hermits, we will be in truth
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When we're alone
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We'll view life's mad pattern
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As we view old Manhattan
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Then we can thank our lucky stars
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That we're living as we are
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In our little penthouse we'll always contrive
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To keep love and romance forever alive
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In view of the Hudson, just over the drive
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When we're alone
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Penthouse Serenade (When We're Alone)
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Nat King Cole |