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I
FEEL
SO
PRETTY
Dressed
up
in
my
Sunday
best,
I'm
waiting
for
my
beau.
I
hope
he
likes
my
pretty
hat,
because
I
love
it
so.
This
is
my
very
favorite
dress;
it's
sure
to
catch
his
eye,
and
the
perfume
that
I'm
wearing
I
know
will
make
him
sigh.
I
hope
he
likes
the
way
I
look;
I've
brushed
my
hair
for
hours.
I
hope
his
eyes
light
up
with
love;
I
hope
he
brings
me
flowers.
We'll
take
a
stroll
down
lover's
lane
and
pick
a
wild
red
rose.
There's
magic
in
the
air
today;
I'm
sure
that
he'll
propose.
Copyright
©
2002
Ruth
Gillis
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