It's the dream

We'll have a blue room
A new room for two room
Where ev'ry day's a holiday
Because you're married to me.

Not like a ballroom

A small room, A hall room
Where you can smoke your pipe away
With my wee head upon your knee.

We will thrive on, keep alive on

Just nothing but kisses
With Mister and Missus
On little blue chairs.

  I'll sew my trousseau

And Robinson Crusoe
Is not so far from worldly cares
As our blue room far away upstairs! 

Keep singin, Miss Fitzgerald.

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