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Musical: Connecticut Yankee, A
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He: This used to be a grump-y crab-bed old lad; Look at your beam-ish boy now. This used to be a jump-y; silly and sad, What is sim-ply joy now. Life was a canyon too dark to view Till a companion was found like you. She: I used to be a hoy-den, Boys were my hate, I was a la-dy her- -mit I could-n't be an-noyed in mak-ing a date; Silly I would term it. You seemed so dar-ing my heart grew frail, Now I like wear-ing my coat of male. Refrain: I feel at home with you,y ou always fit on the knees that you sit on; That's why I feel at home with you. I love to roam with you. Each place that we go You flatter my ego That's why I feel at home with you. I've a sensible, comprehensible great respect for you. There's a dash in it of a passionate tender feeling too. You are a part of me, Something that's giving me reason for living; That's why I feel at home with you. I feel at home with you; Your brain is dumber than that of a plumber; That's why I feel at home with you. I'll match my dome with you. Your brain needs a tonic. It's still embryonic, That's why I feel at home with you. Our minds are featherweight, their together weight can't amount to much; You use no better words, than three letter words: "Dog" and "Cat" and such. You have no head at all, Something like your knob is used as a door knob; That's why I feel at home with you.
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