di Richard Rodgers and Lorenz HartBehold the way our fine feathered friend,His virtue doth paradeThou knowest not, my dim-witted friendThe picture thou hast madeThy vacant brow, and thy tousled hairConceal thy good intentThou noble upright truthful sincere,And slightly dopey gentYou’re my funny valentine,Sweet comic valentine,You make me smile with my heart.Your looks are laughable, un-photographable,Yet, you’re my favorite work of art.Is your figure less than greek? Is your mouth a little weak? When you open it to speak, are you smart? But, don’t change a hair for me.Not if you care for me.Stay little valentine, stay!Each day is valentine’s dayIs your figure less than greek? Is your mouth a little weak? When you open it to speak, are you smart? But, don’t change a hair for me.Not if you care for me.Stay little valentine, stay!Each day is valentine’s daynella versione di Etta James:
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