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No gal made has got a shade on Sweet Georgia Brown!
Two left feet, but oh so neat has Sweet Georgia Brown.
They all sigh and wanna’ die for Sweet Georgia Brown.
I’ll tell you just why, you know I don’t lie (not much).
It’s been said she knocks ’em dead when she lands in town.
Since she came, why, it’s a shame how she cools ’em down.
Fellers she can’t get are fellers she ain’t met.
Georgia claimed her, Georgia named her, Sweet Georgia Brown.