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Isn't it Kinda Fun?
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FROM: State Fair
SUNG BY: Vivian Blaine (Emily Edwards)
WRITTEN BY: R. Rodgers/O. Hammerstein
Maybe you'll never be the love of my life,
Maybe I'm not the boy of your dreams,
But isn't it kinda fun just to look in each others eyes,
Swapping romantic gleams?
Maybe you're not a girl to have and to hold,
Maybe I'm not a boy who'll stay,
But isn't it kinda fun carousing around the town,
Dancing the night away?
Oh, isn't it kinda fun holding hands,
According to a sweet and corny custom?
Isn't it kinda fun making vows,
Admitting that we both intend to bust 'em?
Maybe we're outta laughs, a girl and a boy,
Sitting across a table for two,
But haven't you got a hunch that this is the real McCoy,
And all the things we tell each other are true?
I am not a girl for sentimental tripe,
I never go for the Romeo type,
Over a dewy-eyed Juliet
No one has seen me drool yet,
I don't say a heart could fly
For love's eternal heather,
But using words less dignified,
Isn't it kinda fun to be together?
Maybe you'll never be the love of my life,
Maybe I'm not the girl of your dreams,
But isn't it kinda fun just to look in each others eyes,
Swapping romantic gleams?
Maybe I'm not a girl to have and to hold,
Well maybe I'm not a boy who'll stay,
But isn't it kinda fun carousing around the town,
Dancing the night away?
Oh, isn't it kinda fun holding hands,
According to a sweet and corny custom?
Isn't it kinda fun making vows,
Admitting that we both intend to bust 'em?
Maybe we're outta laughs, a girl and a boy,
Sitting across a table for two,
But haven't you got a hunch that this is the real McCoy,
And all the things we tell each other are true?
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