Irving Berlin
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[1st verse:]
I had girls by the score
Yes, a hundred or more
Each one as nice as could be.
It was hard to decide
Which I'd want for my bride
They all looked lovely to me.
While I was trying to choose one
I met a wonderful girl,
She came tripping along
Like a beautiful song
Setting my brain in a whirl.
[chorus:]
I was growing very fond of Molly
When along came Ruth, along came Ruth,
I thought an awful lot of Dolly
When Ruth came along
My head began to "Merry-go-round"
I almost married Polly
I was making love to May
When along came Ruth,
And to tell the truth,
She stole my heart away.
[2nd verse:]
There's a right little girl
With the right little curl
For ev'ry right little boy
When she comes, you'll forget
All the others you've met.
Sorrow will turn into joy.