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GIRLS:
Who is the lucky girl to be?
Who is to leave the bourgeoisie?
DIANA:
Bye-bye, Mister President-
I'm a-prayin'
I'm a little lady
You're obeyin'.
DIANA AND GIRLS:
Strike up the cymbal, drum and fife!
One of us is the President's future wife!
COMMITTEE:
We'll get you Mrs. Wintergreen.
WINTERGREEN:
Oh!
COMMITTEE:
We'll get you Mrs. Wintergreen.
WINTERGREEN:
Oh!
COMMITTEE:
We'll present you with a bride.
She will be the nation's pride
Ta ta ta ta ta ta ta.
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