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Catcher:
Barbra I'd like to propose a toast to the topic i dig the most.

Barbra:
Catch let me dust off my loving cup.

Both:
Hey bartender! Fill 'er up!

Barbra:
Look how the neon stars to flicker.

Catcher:
Love's like a shot but works much quicker.

Barbra:
And you're a man who can hold his liquor.

Both:
Cheers, here's to love!

Barbra:
I'm an old fashioned and you're the cherry.

Catcher:
I've got a thirst that's legendary.

Barbra:
That's why I fired your secretary.

Both:
Cheers, here's to love!

Catcher:
Life's a martini

Barbra:
And you're the shaker

Catcher:
and baby I sure packed a punch!

Barbra:
Hey! Ya' Make Dean Martin look like a quaker.

Catcher:
Now it's only you for dinner

Barbra:
Breakfast?

Catcher:
And lunch!
I hear the march that's calling for us

Barbra:
We'll walk down the aisle to an angel's chorus

Catcher:
I'll be your Rock if you'll be my Doris

Both:
Sweet heavens above!

Barbra:
Why is the waiter smiling at us?

Catcher:
He knows what we're thinkin' of! oh, can the tears!


Both:
Cheers! Baby here's to love!

Barbra:
You've got the lips to wet my whistle

Catcher:
If that doesn't catch ya', maybe this'll

Barbra:
Cupid just launched a guided missile

Both:
Cheers here's to love!

Barbra:
Your eyes are so intoxicating

Catcher:
Bottoms up babe. Let's get to mating.

Barbra:
I bet it bears reiterating!

Both:
Cheers here's to love!
Though it aint new years pop the champaigne, and let's take a spin on the floor!

Catcher:
Your moves are good!

Barbra:
I'm feelin' no pain!

Both:
So let's pay the check and slip out the back door!
We took Manhattan without the bitters! We're stayin' put last call for quitters! Soon it will be just babysitters!

Catcher:
'Cause this hawk's now a dove!
Baby the cab is blowin' its horn!

Barbra:
But I can't find my hat and my gloves!

Catcher:
Oh, can the tears!

Both:
Cheers! Baby here's to love!

Catcher[Spoken]:
Here's mud in your eye

Barbra[Spoken]:
Here's lookin' at you kid

Catcher[Spoken]:
Here is to put hairs on your chest...
(Barbra laughs)
...Not that I would want that.

Both:
Here's to love.