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Vicki You gotta love that man He's like my personal angel I've always wanted the kind of life That I've been having as Harold's wife What a catch I have caught He would buy me the moon If the moon could be bought I'm telling you - You gotta love that man Jerry Why can't you just tell her? Harold She adores me. How do you break the heart of someone you love? Vicki I really love that man He likes me dressed to the nines I saw two words and then ta-da There's me completely in Prada And I've got the boots that go with the belt That goes with the bag That goes with my wonderful life with Harold You gotta love that man So he tells me you boys are rollers at the mill. That's wonderful. Of course, I don't actually know what rollers do, but hey, I hardly know what Harold does over there. It's all steel to me. Harold Look at her. She's a piece of Dresden china. She'd break into a million pieces! Vicki God, I love that man But lately he's working too hard I keep on telling him how we Should take a few weeks in Maui And we'll feel the breeze and sample the poi And go see Don Ho and I'll say "Oh boy, how I love you, Harold" I hit the jackpot with Harry He's a gem - he's a beaut He looks cute in a suit and he loves me to boot I'm telling you You gotta love that man Love that man I love that man I love that man! Men Love that man You gotta love that man You really gotta love That man
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