The crowd parts for one fleeting second and … there he is.
Come to wait on me, hand and foot. My love! You're so sweet; I blush.
I need a lemon and you make one appear as if by magic! Dear, your soft curls, I watch them dance as you make your way across the floor.
But, what's that my darling? Would I… Would I… Would I… run away with you? Say to hell with this crazy town and fly away?! No? Sorry, my dearest, but I cannot hear you for the music that is pounding in my heart. Speak again, angel!
Would I… Would I … like some fresh ice? Why, yes, thank you, I'd love some, busser. And perhaps a fresh glass on your next trip?
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