EM: Barbara, I'd like to propose a toast
to the topic I dig the most
RZ: Catch let me dust off my loving cup
EM/RZ: Hey, bartender, fill'er up
BZ: Look how the neon starts to flicker
EM: Love's like a shot, but works much quicker
RZ: and your a man who can hold his liquor
EM/RZ: Cheers here's to love!
RZ: I'm an Old Fashioned and you're the cherry
EM: I've got a thirst that's legendary
RZ: And that's why I fired your secretary
EM/RZ: Cheers, here's to love!
EM: Lifes a Martini
RZ: and you're the shaker
EM: and, baby, I sure packed a punch
RZ: HEY! You make Dean Martin look like a Quaker
EM: but now its only you for dinner,
RZ: Breakfast?
EM: and lunch
EM: I hear the march that's calling for us
RZ: we'll walk down the aisle to an angels' chorus
EM: I'll be your Rock if you'll be my Doris
EM/RZ: Sweet heavens above
RZ: why is the waiter smiling at us?
EM: He knows what we're thinking of
EM: oh count the cheers, cheers
EM/RZ: baby, here's to love
RZ: you've got the lips to wet my whistle
EM: if that doesn't getcha, maybe this'll
RZ: cupid just launched a guided missle
EM/RZ: Cheers, here's to love
RZ: your eyes are so intoxicating
EM: bottoms up, babe, lets get to mating
RZ: I bet it bears reiterating
EM/RZ: Cheers, here's to love
Though it ain't New Years, pop the champagne, and lets take a spin on the floor
EM: your moves are good
RZ: I'm feeling no pain
EM/RZ: so lets pay the check and slip out the back door
We took Manhattan without the bitters
We're staying put, last call's for quitters
Soon it will be just babysitters
EM: cause this hawk's now a dove
Baby, the cab is blowing its horn
RZ: but I can't find my hat and my glove
EM/RZ: oh count the cheers, cheers, baby, here's to love
EM: here's mud in your eye
RZ: here's looking at you, kid
EM: Here...this'll put hairs on your chest, not that I would want that
EM/RZ: here's to love...
to the topic I dig the most
RZ: Catch let me dust off my loving cup
EM/RZ: Hey, bartender, fill'er up
BZ: Look how the neon starts to flicker
EM: Love's like a shot, but works much quicker
RZ: and your a man who can hold his liquor
EM/RZ: Cheers here's to love!
RZ: I'm an Old Fashioned and you're the cherry
EM: I've got a thirst that's legendary
RZ: And that's why I fired your secretary
EM/RZ: Cheers, here's to love!
EM: Lifes a Martini
RZ: and you're the shaker
EM: and, baby, I sure packed a punch
RZ: HEY! You make Dean Martin look like a Quaker
EM: but now its only you for dinner,
RZ: Breakfast?
EM: and lunch
EM: I hear the march that's calling for us
RZ: we'll walk down the aisle to an angels' chorus
EM: I'll be your Rock if you'll be my Doris
EM/RZ: Sweet heavens above
RZ: why is the waiter smiling at us?
EM: He knows what we're thinking of
EM: oh count the cheers, cheers
EM/RZ: baby, here's to love
RZ: you've got the lips to wet my whistle
EM: if that doesn't getcha, maybe this'll
RZ: cupid just launched a guided missle
EM/RZ: Cheers, here's to love
RZ: your eyes are so intoxicating
EM: bottoms up, babe, lets get to mating
RZ: I bet it bears reiterating
EM/RZ: Cheers, here's to love
Though it ain't New Years, pop the champagne, and lets take a spin on the floor
EM: your moves are good
RZ: I'm feeling no pain
EM/RZ: so lets pay the check and slip out the back door
We took Manhattan without the bitters
We're staying put, last call's for quitters
Soon it will be just babysitters
EM: cause this hawk's now a dove
Baby, the cab is blowing its horn
RZ: but I can't find my hat and my glove
EM/RZ: oh count the cheers, cheers, baby, here's to love
EM: here's mud in your eye
RZ: here's looking at you, kid
EM: Here...this'll put hairs on your chest, not that I would want that
EM/RZ: here's to love...
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