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Musical: Little Me
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FRED Pardon me, miss, but I've never done this With a real live girl. Straight off the farm with an actual arm Full of real live girl. Pardon me if your affectionate squeeze Fogs up my glasses and buckles my knees, I'm simply drowned in the sight and the sound And the scent and the feel Of a real live girl. SOLDIERS Nothing can beat getting swept off your feet By a real live girl. Dreams in your bunk don't compare with a hunk Of a real live girl. Speaking of miracles, this must be it; Just when I started to learn how to knit. I'm all in stitches from finding what riches A waltz can reveal With a real live girl. [Whistle] Real live girl. [Whistle] Real live girl. I've seen photographs and facsimiles That have set my head off in a whirl, But no work of art gets you right in the heart Like a real live girl. Take your statues of Juno, And the Venus de My-lo. (Me-lo.) When a fellow wants you-know, (We know.) Who wants substitutes? I'll o- Verlook everyone in the book For a real Sexy Sally or Suzabel. Take your Venetian or Roman or Grecian Ideal, I'll take something more "uzabel." Girls were like fellas was once my belief; What a reversal, and what a relief. I'll take the flowering hat and the towering heel And the squeal Of a real live girl. [Dance] Real live girl. [Dance] Real live girl. Go be a holdout for Helen of Troy, I am a healthy American boy. I'd rather gape at the dear little shape Of the stern and the keel Of a full-time vocational, Full-operational Girl. [Thanks to DramaQueen81489@yahoo.com for lyrics]
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