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LINDA EDER >> Merchandise Links
LINDA EDER
Music: Frank Wildhorn Lyrics: Jack Murphy I like New York, dear,You love L.A. we've got nothing in common...they say Oh, what a pair It's like Rogers without Astaire But when we're dancing It's just more than I can bear First I hear those violins And the world breaks out in silly grins Then I fly to the stars up above So I'm afraid this must be love You like the sun, dear,I prefer snow We're like fire and water...I know Isn't it strange? With so much we could rearrange I pray there's one thing That we never, ever change 'Cause I hear those violins And the world breaks out in silly grins Then I fly to the stars up above And I'm afraid this must be love We might never agree, dear But between you and me, dear Who cares? 'Cause rain or shine or Any old kind of weather We have something together We share... So let's hear those violins Let the world break out in silly grins Then let's fly to the stars up above 'Cause when all is said and done I know you're the only one So I'm afraid this must be love
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