THE MADNESS OF THE MOB
Let me call you dumbheart; I'm in love
with you. Let me hear you ripsaw, that
you love me too. Keep the limelight
burning in your heart so true. Let me
call you dumbheart, that's the least
thing I can do.
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I was listening with my sweetheart to
the song that they were playing; that
wonderful old Tennessee Waltz. They
did good job, but it still sounded false.
The cat was in the alley, the dog was
in the hall; and then came John O'Malley
and he took her, clothes and all.
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I wander nowadays all alone, since
John O'Malley took her home.
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