At words poetic I'm so pathetic
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That I always have found it best
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Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
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To let 'em rest - unexpressed.
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I hate parading my serenading,
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As I'll probably miss a bar,
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But if this ditty is not so pretty,
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At least it'll tell you how great you are.
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You're the top! you're the Collosseum,
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You're the top! you're the Louvre Museum,
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You're the melody from a symphony by Strauss,
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You're a Bendel bonnet,
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A Shakespeare Sonnet,
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You're Mickey Mouse!
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You're the Nile! You're the Tow'r of Pisa,
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You're the smile, on the Mona Lisa!
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I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop!
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But if baby I'm the bottom,
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You're the top!
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You're the top, you're Mahatma Gandhi,
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You're the top! you're Napoleon brandy,
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You're the purple light, of a summer night in Spain,
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You're the National Gallery, you're Garbo's salary,
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You're cellophane!
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You're sublime, you're a turkey dinner,
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You're the time, of the Derby Winner,
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I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop;
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But if baby I'm by the bottom you're the top!
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You're the top, you're a Waldorf salad
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You're the top, you're a Berlin ballad
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You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire
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You're an O'Neal drama, you're Whistler's mama, you're camembert
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You're a rose, you're inferno's Dante
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You're the nose, on the great Durante
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I'm a masy leroux who's just about to stop
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But if baby I'm the bottom,
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You're the top!
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You're The Top
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Ella Fitzgerald |