Won't you sing with me?

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Sweetie

Lazy dreamers on a winter's night
making plans of the spring.
Paint a picture while I put away my clothes.

Crooked couple standing side by side,
Is that you? Is that me?
Life in circles, and we dream up someplace to go.

We'll sleep on rooftops,
we'll ride on bicycles,
baby, we'll get married.
Don't you want to, sweetie?

So much talent you're not fit for this world
as an actress, there's no screen.
A couple movies, now you're stuck in this Broadway show.

Sink full of dishes and a dirty face.
Where's the passion? Talk is cheap.
Life in circles, then we turn the lights down low.

We'll sleep on rooftops,
we'll ride on bicycles,
baby, we'll get married.
Don't you want to, sweetie?

We hear some music
coming from the street down below
and the melody carries.
Oh, you sing with me, sweetie.

Girl, you sing with me:
La-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la.

La-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la,
la.

La-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la.

La-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la-la,
la.

And if I can love you
just like you deserve to be.
Tell me, what's your feeling?
Don't you want to, sweetie?

Hear pretty, pretty music
coming from the street down below
and the melody carries.
Won't you sing with me, sweetie?

We'll walk down boardwalks,
we'll ride on bicycles,
baby, we'll get married.
Don't you want to, sweetie?
Don't you want to, sweetie?

Don't you want to, sweetie?