| That I always have found it best
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| Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
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| To let 'em rest — unexpressed.
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| I hate parading my serenading,
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| As I’ll probably miss a bar,
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| But if this ditty is not so pretty,
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| At least it’ll tell you how great you are.
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| You’re the top! |
| you’re the collosseum,
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| You’re the top! |
| you’re the louvre museum,
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| You’re the melody from a symphony by strauss,
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| You’re a bendel bonnet,
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| A shakespeare sonnet,
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| You’re mickey mouse!
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| You’re the nile! |
| you’re the tow’r of pisa,
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| You’re the smile, on the mona lisa!
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| I’m a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop!
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| But if baby I’m the bottom,
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| You’re the top!
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| You’re the top, you’re mahatma gandhi,
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| You’re the top! |
| you’re napoleon brandy,
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| You’re the purple light, of a summer night in spain,
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| You’re the national gallery, you’re garbo’s salary,
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| You’re cellophane!
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| You’re sublime, you’re a turkey dinner,
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| You’re the time, of the derby winner,
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| I’m a toy balloon that’s fated soon to pop;
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| But if baby I’m by the bottom you’re the top!
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| You’re the top, you’re a waldorf salad
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| You’re the top, you’re a berlin ballad
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| You’re the nimble tread of the feet of fred astaire
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| You’re an o’neal drama, you’re whistler’s mama, you’re camembert
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| You’re a rose, you’re inferno’s dante
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| You’re the nose, on the great durante
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| I’m a masy leroux who’s just about to stop
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| But if baby I’m the bottom,
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| You’re the top! |