paroles de chanson Kiss of Myer - Allan Sherman
Di-de-di-de-di-de-di.
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Di-de-di-de-di-de-di.
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The
girls
go
crazy
when
they
get
a
kiss
from
Myer.
A
kiss
from
Myer
is
the
acme
of
desire.
The
kiss
of
Myer
makes
their
temperature
get
higher.
The
kiss
of
Myer
lit
the
Great
Chicago
Fire.
He
has
a
way
that
makes
the
ladies
feel
exalted.
He'll
take
you
out
and
treat
you
to
a
chocolate
malted.
And
some
pistachio
nuts,
a
nickel's
worth,
unsalted.
And
after
that,
little
girl,
you're
through.
He'll
try
to
lure
you,
one
night
when
stars
are
twinkly,
He'll
call
and
say,
"Come
over,
we'll
watch
TV."
But
I
assure
you,
you'll
see
no
Huntley-Brinkley,
'Cause
Myer
hasn't
got
a
TV
set.
What
does
he
need
it?
He'd
never
use
it.
To
him,
the
Late
Late
Show
is
you!
The
kiss
of
Myer
is
so
sweet
that
none
is
sweeter.
The
girls
can't
wait
for
him
to
come
and
read
their
meter.
He's
known
all
over
as
the
Bronx
La
Dolce
Vita.
The
Cary
Grant
of
the
Grand
Concourse.
Whatever
Myer
wants,
Myer
gets.
And
that's
his
name.
His
name
is
Myer
Goetz!
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