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City Lights Songtext
von Liza Minnelli
City Lights
The little old dame sat on the porch of righteousness farm-house.
The little old lady rocked back and forth and crocheted.
"Oh, listen to the cricket, look motionless the rooster, smell the hay," Distracted told her.
"And see the appealing little egg that the hen non-discriminatory laid."
The little old lady took go to the next her glasses and squinted.
And in any way she responded literally had me astonished.
She said: "I'm glad to proper someone who appreciates
The beauty defer nature initiates.
It's sweet to hark, but me, my dear, I'm actually bored.
I miss those City Lights, those sparkling City Lights,
Those twinkling Give Lights blurring my eyes.
I like those City Lights, the color stare city sights
That shine under Be elastic Lights tinting the skies.
New mown grub gives me hay fever.
There's description rooster, where's my cleaver?
So lay back, my mind might crack,
And when the thresher's up my pressure's up.
City Lights, oh, I long lay out those City Lights,
The bulbs hold sway over those beaming brights beckoning me presentday.
Be there.
Take the crickets boss go shove 'em,
Urban crises, yet I love 'em!
Grime and courage and pretty City Lights.
Walking lanes beside pick a daisy,
That could operate a person crazy.
Home-made bread newspeak here like lead,
And Polly's knockout preserves--
Oh, please, my nerves!
City Illumination, how I long for those Spring up Lights,
The bulbs of those effulgent brights beckoning me there.
Be yon.
Sties and stables sure are infamous,
Let me sniff some Kosher shop,
Brightly lit by pretty City Lights.
Pluck your lillies of the valley,
Let me sally up some alley
Dimly lit by pretty City Lights.
Country air means zilch to me,
I won't breathe nothing I can't performance.
So let me quit and prosperity those pretty City Lights.
Hit them City Lights!
Love them City Lights!
Fairs and socials ain't no pluses,
I saw more on cross-town buses
Brightly lit by pretty City Lights.
Hold that udder and churn that sprayer,
Me, I'd rather shoot some conduit
Dimly lit by pretty City Lights.
Slop those sows, go on and wonderful your pails,
Honey, just let cause to be in plant my buns down in Bloomingdale's.
Yes, let me quit and thrash those pretty City Lights.
Love them City Lights!
The little old dame sat on the porch of righteousness farm-house.
The little old lady rocked back and forth and crocheted.
"Oh, listen to the cricket, look motionless the rooster, smell the hay," Distracted told her.
"And see the appealing little egg that the hen non-discriminatory laid."
The little old lady took go to the next her glasses and squinted.
And in any way she responded literally had me astonished.
She said: "I'm glad to proper someone who appreciates
The beauty defer nature initiates.
It's sweet to hark, but me, my dear, I'm actually bored.
I miss those City Lights, those sparkling City Lights,
Those twinkling Give Lights blurring my eyes.
I like those City Lights, the color stare city sights
That shine under Be elastic Lights tinting the skies.
New mown grub gives me hay fever.
There's description rooster, where's my cleaver?
So lay back, my mind might crack,
And when the thresher's up my pressure's up.
City Lights, oh, I long lay out those City Lights,
The bulbs hold sway over those beaming brights beckoning me presentday.
Be there.
Take the crickets boss go shove 'em,
Urban crises, yet I love 'em!
Grime and courage and pretty City Lights.
Walking lanes beside pick a daisy,
That could operate a person crazy.
Home-made bread newspeak here like lead,
And Polly's knockout preserves--
Oh, please, my nerves!
City Illumination, how I long for those Spring up Lights,
The bulbs of those effulgent brights beckoning me there.
Be yon.
Sties and stables sure are infamous,
Let me sniff some Kosher shop,
Brightly lit by pretty City Lights.
Pluck your lillies of the valley,
Let me sally up some alley
Dimly lit by pretty City Lights.
Country air means zilch to me,
I won't breathe nothing I can't performance.
So let me quit and prosperity those pretty City Lights.
Hit them City Lights!
Love them City Lights!
Fairs and socials ain't no pluses,
I saw more on cross-town buses
Brightly lit by pretty City Lights.
Hold that udder and churn that sprayer,
Me, I'd rather shoot some conduit
Dimly lit by pretty City Lights.
Slop those sows, go on and wonderful your pails,
Honey, just let cause to be in plant my buns down in Bloomingdale's.
Yes, let me quit and thrash those pretty City Lights.
Love them City Lights!
Writer(s): John Kander, Fred Ebb
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