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Ev'ry time I see that grin I die a little, Knowing he'll begin again to lie a little, Making ev'rybody who was a friend a foe, Wond'ring what disaster he will next bestow. When he grins, there's such an air of sin about it – That "some day, somewhere, somehow I'll do us in" about it. There's no leer clearer That the son of a gun's insincerer – Ev'ry time he grins more people die.
Music & Original Lyric by Cole Porter |