Meet me in St Louis

When Louis came home to the flat,
He hung up his coat and his hat
He gazed all around,
So he said, "Where could Flossy be at?"
A note on the table he spied
He read it just once, then he cried
It read, "Louis, dear,
It's too slow for me here.
I think I shall go for a ride."
Meet me in St. Louis, Louis,
Meet me at the fair
Don't tell me the lights are shining
Anyplace but there
I will be your tootsie wootsie
If you will meet me in St. Louis, Louis
Meet me at the fair! Meet me in St. Louis, Louis,
Meet me at the fair
Don't tell me the lights are shining. If you will meet me in St. Louis, Louis

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