[Sadie]:
Look Marcello...
A girl with a drive and a fellow with a dream
Are like pickled herring with vanilla ice cream
So, as unromantic as my words may seem
We don't go together at all

My big loud mouth and your quiet ways
Are like August evenings with December days
Are like corned beef and cabbage topped with mayonnaise
We don't go together at all

We're like chicken soup
And a slice of ham

[Marcello]:
We're the big bad wolf
And the little lamb

[Sadiе]:
Like a picnic lunch
That's ruined by a sudden squall

[Sadiе]:
We don't
[Marcello]:
No we don't

[Both]:
No we don't go together at all

[Marcello]:
Like an overcoat
And a hot July

[Sadie]:
Like a bowl of borscht
And a pizza pie

[Marcello]:
Like if I asked you
To come to the policemen's ball

[Sadie]:
We don't

[Marcello]:
No we don't

[Both]:
No we don't go together at all
[Sadie]:
An onion roll at a Mayfair tea
Like a march by Sousa in a minor key

[Marcello]:
So forget all the magic that was meant to be
We don't go together at all

[Marcello]:
A stable boy and a suffragette
Are about as peculiar as a pair can get

[Both]:
So it's, oh, such a pity
That we even met

[Sadie]:
We don't go together at all

[Marcello]:
But, I like your spunk

[Sadie]:
And I like your pride

[Marcello]:
So I'll still be there
Marching at your side
[Sadie]:
So, I guess, my friend
We must admit the simple fact
That opposites

[Both]:
Oh yes opposites
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