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I won′t tell of my love to the red, red rose
Or the running brook, where the sweet magnolia grows
I won't tell of my love to every little star
Or the whippoorwill on the hill, a bowl
I′ll tell the man in the street
And everyone I meet
That you and I are sweethearts
I shouted out from the roof
I'll give the papers proof
But we two are complete heart
I want the world to know
I use the radio
And when I've said on my say
You may be older and gray
But you can′t get away from me
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Writer(s): Lorenz Hart, Richard Rodgers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
