This pleasure book I'm writing
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Doesn't give me any thrill
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All it does is prove conclusively
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Where there's a way there's Will
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Who by the way along with Mary
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Peter, Patsy, and Paul.
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Has the cheek to turn the other
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When the other was on the ball
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It will be done Thy will become
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Not This or That or Thee
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But something far more mature
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Like Victor E.
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I can't forget the moment
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Of my very first affair
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When the lights were low
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The music so soft Fred, my record player
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Began to do the two step
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Side by side my prize antique
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And before you know it there they were
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Engaging cheek to cheek
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It will be done Thy will become
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Not This or That or Thee
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But something far more mature
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Like Victor E.
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If ever there's a moment
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I feel absolutely sure
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That what I'm about to verge upon
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Won't rate the least obscure
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Then just to recap on that point
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I'd like now this to say
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When the Indians begin to charge
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What will the Cavalry pay
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It will be done Thy will become
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Not This or That or Thee
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But something far more mature
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Like Victor E.
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Victor A. Victor B. Victor C. Victor D.
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Victor E
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Victor E
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Gilbert O'Sullivan |