What do you see
You people gazing at me
You see a doll on a music box
That's wound by a key
How can you tell
I'm under a spell
I'm waiting for love's first kiss
You cannot see
How much I long to be free
Turning around on this music box
That's wound by a key
Yearning
Yearning
I'm turning around and around . . .
Truly Scrumptious
You're Truly Truly scrumptious
Scrumptious as a cherry peach parfait
When you're near me
It's so delicious
Honest Truly, you're the answer to my wishes
You cannot see (Truly Scrumptious)
How much I long to be free (though I may seem presumptuous)
Turning around on this music box that's
wound by a key (never ever ever go away)
Yearning (my heart beats so unruly)
Yearning (because I love you Truly)
While I'm turning around and around (honest, Truly I do)

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