Oh, sentimental me
And poor, romantic you
Dreamin' dreams is all that we can do
We hang around all day and ponder
While both of us grow fonder
Lord knows where we're wandering to.
You sit inside, I sigh and sit upon your knee
We'll laugh and cry and never disagree
A million kisses we'll make left of
Until there's nothing left of
Poor romantic you and sentimental me

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