She just got here yesterday,
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Things are hot here now they say,
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There's a new gal in town.
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Gals are jealous, there's no doubt.
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All the guys just rave about
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Sweet, Sweet Georgia Brown.
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And ever since she came, the common folks all claim, say;
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No gal made has got a shade on Sweet Georgia Brown.
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Two left feet, but oh, so neat has Sweet Georgia Brown.
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They all sigh and wanna die for Sweet Georgia Brown,
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I'll tell you just why, you know I don't lie (not much!).
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It's been said she knocks 'em dead when she lands in town.
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Since she came why it's a shame how she's cooled 'em down.
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Fellas that she can't get must be fellas that she ain't met.
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Georgia claimed her, Georgia named her, Sweet Georgia Brown.
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All you gals will get the blues,
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All you pals will surely lose.
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And, there's but one excuse.
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Now I've told you who she was,
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And I've told you what she does,
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Still, give this gal her dues.
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This pretty maiden's prayer is answered anywhere
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[Chorus]
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No gal made has got a shade on Sweet Georgia Brown.
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Two left feet, but oh, so neat has Sweet Georgia Brown.
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They all sigh and wanna die for Sweet Georgia Brown,
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I'll tell you just why, you know I don't lie (not much!).
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All those tips the porter slips to Sweet Georgia Brown
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They buy clothes at fashion shows for one dollar down.
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Fellas, won'tcha tip your hats. Oh boy, ain't she the cats?
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Who's that mister, ain't her sister, It's Sweet Georgia Brown.
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Sweet Georgia Brown
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| Roberta Flack |
