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No. 10 - Duet - Omee-Omi and Spangle
| Omee: | Tell me if you can The rule by which a man Selects his worse or better half. |
| Spangle: | Truly it would seem To be a lott'ry scheme, The prizes often make me laugh. The woman slim, and thin, and tall, Will love a human butter ball. |
| Omee: | While one who's round and plump and fat Adores someone as tall as that. |
| Spangle: | The author of a learned book Is sometimes wedded to his cook. |
| Omee: | The girl who's frivolous and gay Picks out a meek Y. M. C. A. |
| Spangle: | The statesman with ambition high Will chose a social butterfly. |
| Omee: | The Charley kind of Mama's pet Pursues the elderly soubrette. |
| Spangle: | You've seen the beauty linked by fate To freckled Fred whose eyes don't mate. |
| Omee: | The broker worships as his queen The blonde who plays a Smith machine. |
| Both: | Cupid leaves all rules behind, Funny married folks we find, Love, ah Love! You must be blind. |
| Spangle: | The howling swell will court a peach, All paint and powder, pads and bleach. |
| Omee: | And dainty Dottie, small and neat, Love awkward John, all hands and feet. |
| Spangle: | The man who sixty years has seen Gets mashed on something just sixteen. |
| Omee: | The stylish maid, divinely fair, A fiddling freak with lots of hair. |
| Spangle: | A well-bred heiress will elope With one who uses scented soap. |
| Omee: | While grey-haired widows oft amaze By taking tender boys to raise. |
| Spangle: | The pious deacon gets roped in By Gertie Gay, who wants his tin. |
| Omee: | The kind that wholesale men adore Don't know that two and two make four. |
| Both: | Cupid leaves all rules behind, Funny married folks we find, Love, ah Love! You must be blind. |
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American Musical Theatre | The Sho-Gun
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