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The gentleman is a dope, a man of many faultsA clumsy Joe who wouldn't know a Rhumba from a WaltzThe gentleman is a dope and not my cup of tea(Why do I get in a dither? He doesn't belong to me)The gentleman isn't bright; he doesn't know the scoreA Cake will come; he'll take a crumb and never ask for moreThe gentleman's eyes are blue, but little do they see(Why am I beating my brains out? He doesn't belong to me)He's somebody else's problem; she's welcome to the guyShe'll never understand him half as well as IThe gentleman is a dope; he isn't very smartHe's just a lug you like to hug and hold against your heartThe gentleman is a dope; doesn't know how happy he could beLook at me crying my eyes out as if he belonged to meAs if; he'll never belong to me Aus Songtexte Mania