Alice Gray:
Jerry, sing something. Something just for me.
Jerry Larrabee:
All right, Baby.
[singing]
Jerry Larrabee:
Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts, Oh my how they did love, Swore to be...
Alice Gray:
Hey, hey, hey!
Jerry Larrabee:
What's the matter, Baby? Don't you like that?
Alice Gray:
No I don't! I didn't ask for Grand Opera.
Jerry Larrabee:
What do you want?
Alice Gray:
Oh, sing me something - you know what I like.
Jerry Larrabee:
All right, Baby. Here's something I wrote just for you. Listen to this.
[singing]
Jerry Larrabee:
I used to think, A poor foolish King, Was ruled by a gal, Was a fool. When loves the game, We're all just the same, So I guess I come under that rule. For - you could make me daring and bold, For you - could make me do as I'm told, As it stands, I guess I'm in your hands, If you'd just say you need me, that would lead me, To promise lands, And you, you, you could make me flirt with a jail, Or you, only you, follow the trail, Sinner or saint, I either am or I ain't, So tell me, what'll I do? It's up to you.
Alice Gray:
Oh, boy! What you do to me when you sing like that. It's nobody's business.
[kiss]
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