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Picnics, beaches, and ball rooms,
Just me and my honey bun;
Home-work they shout,
Is over and out,
Vacation’s just begun.
Far from the city, beneath a shade-tree,
We’ll spread a basket for two;
Then we’ll discuss the future for us,
And I’ll whisper love words to you.
Just can’t wait for that swimmin’ date,
To see your new bathing suit.
It must be a “gas” ‘cause one you had last,
Gee! Was’ it cute!
So we will dance and bypass romance,
Right now they say we’re too young;
But I shall (will) marry you my love
As soon as you (we) reach twenty one.
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