






Come on, Babe
Why don't we paint the town?
And All That Jazz.
I'm gonna rouge my knees
And roll my stockings down
And All That Jazz.
Start the car I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold but the piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall Where there's a nightly brawl
And
All
That
Jazz!

Thanks Rebeca...what fun!
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