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Our glances made ablewith a lift to the table from the barmanwhose patrons are growingrestless for the showing'fore the show.Handsome ladiesmake grown men babiestonight.Brothersee herdrink her milk white glory.She will turn me down,but then at least know that I'm around.So I pinefor my fraulein.Piano player lingersbackstage with the singerspoor piano(more piano)Letras de cancionesWeeps without a soundso silent he is found at the fort line.Handsome ladies sing swooning maybe's tonight.Brothersee herdrink hermilk white glory.She will turn me downbut then at least know that I'm around.So I pinefor my fraulein.Milk white.A perfect concentration,an object of elationis a fraulein.She flirts without knowingA fiction of a growingfool's smile.Young and unableyet kings upon our tabletonight.Brother see her drink hermilk white glory.She will turn me downbut then at least know that I'm around.So I pinefor my fraulein. From Letras Mania