[1st refrain:]
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[Mary:]
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You're a sentimental guy
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It's a charge that you'll deny
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But a song of Home and Mother
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In a pinch could make you cry
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And it seems my nat'ral bent
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Is to love a sentimental guy
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You can always knock them dead
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With some clever thing you've said
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But your heart is not in tune with
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What is running through your head
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And I'm perfectly content
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Just to love a sentimental guy
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You think your the type for Broadway
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You prowl it from night till dawn
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You really belong in Yonkers
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With a garden and a lawn
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Tho' I never heard you say
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In the ordinary way
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That you're simply wild about me
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Still I know there'll come a day
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When my evenings will be spent
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With a very sentimental guy
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[2nd refrain:]
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[Wilson:]
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You're as wrong as you can be
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In your estimate of me
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When the rent for my apartment
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Is delayed a month or three
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If some tears will save the rent
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I'm a very sentimental guy
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When I'm speaking soft and low
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To a copper that I know
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Who is taking in a pal
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And I would like him to let go
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If a sob will get consent
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I'm a very sentimental guy
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I melt with the breath of springtime
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When grass starts to green the lawn
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I get very sentimental
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As I take my coat to pawn
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[Mary:]
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So you think and so you say
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In your clever sort of way
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But I know it won't be long before
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There'll come that happy day
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When my evenings will be spent
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With a very sentimental guy
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You're A Sentimental Guy
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| Irving Berlin |
