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come sleep with me, i have my way with nightful dances, and
know your bluesy corners, hours full-up with tossing sambas,
running from the jazzman and doing scat all stringy in the smoke

i can still snap doo-wop beats, and i'll leave martinis at the door
to keep the boogey boys from dallying in your dark, come sleep
with me, i have some secrets and chocolate cherries we can share