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With each ad that I approve I laugh a little. When they lie, I laugh so hard I cry a little. Why don't people love me? They hate me so, Think so little of me, And insist I eat crow. Ev'ry ad that I approve's a sting about it. Some would say a certain ding-a-ling about it. There's no lie finer Than the ones I approve as being miner. Ev'ry time they make me cry.
Music by Cole Porter |