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Ella Fitzgerald - single
Single-o, all the way
Rain or shine
Gonna stay, single-o
Till you’re mine
Like the peach,
At the top, of the tree
Gonna stay, single-o
Till it’s me
And though I don’t know what caresses
You expect to find
I know my address is
Lonesomeville till you make up your mind
When you do
And it’s me
You adore
Then I’ll be
Single-o no more
And though I don’t know what caresses
You expect to find
I know my address is
Lonesomeville till you make up your mind
When you do
And it’s me
You adore
Then I’ll be
Single-o no more
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