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YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN (Alfred Dubin / Fred Rath, 1919) I've been dreaming, I've been dreaming; I've been scheming too, I hope my dreams come true, It all depends on you; I'm suspecting, I'm suspecting, That your eyes have seen, There's something wrong with me, And you know what I mean! When we're married, when we're married, We'll go down to Cook's, Look through their tourist books, And pick some shady nooks; Then we'll visit those exquisite, Tropic Island scenes, The kind you read about, In all the magazines! Oh I'm just crazy 'bout your kisses, honey, You know what I mean, For when your lips meet mine, I feel so funny, You know what I mean. You're just a dream of lovliness, You surely know just how to dress, You play and sing, and everything, So different from the rest: I'd like to hear the preacher say that we are, You know what I mean, And in a year or so we both may have a little Ford machine, We'll find a little cottage where the roses bloom, With a parlor and a kitchen and a dining room, And a room upstairs, Where we'll say our pray'rs, Oh, you know what I mean. I've been dreaming, I've been dreaming; I've been scheming too, I hope my dreams come true, It all depends on you; I'm suspecting, I'm suspecting, That your eyes have seen, There's something wrong with me, And you know what I mean! When we're married, when we're married, We'll go down to Cook's, Look through their tourist books, And pick some shady nooks; Then we'll visit those exquisite, Tropic Island scenes, The kind you read about, In all the magazines! Oh I'm just crazy 'bout your kisses, honey, You know what I mean, For when your lips meet mine, I feel so funny, You know what I mean. You're just a dream of lovliness, You surely know just how to dress, You play and sing, and everything, So different from the rest: I'd like to hear the preacher say that we are, You know what I mean, And in a year or so we both may have a little Ford machine, We'll find a little cottage where the roses bloom, With a parlor and a kitchen and a dining room, And a room upstairs, Where we'll say our pray'rs, Oh, you know what I mean.

    





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