You're never counting the days or nights by the minute
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When every day is a holiday.
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Put on your sunday best and your high-heeled boots.
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Come on by; the door's always open.
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You can smoke in any room.
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Oh, the ever-rejoicing
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But is it a bad idea?
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Keep your love in light and the door in sight.
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Is it a bad idea?
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But what if I turn 49
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With no husband in line?
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Well I guess there's just a glitch in my design.
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When you're tattered and worn, then rested and reborn,
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Well every day is your birthday.
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Put on your houndstooth hat and your party suit.
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Clothes on the floor and drawers always open,
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Music plays in every room.
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Oh, the ever-rejoicing
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But is it a bad idea?
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Coming to life with the crescent moon
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Is it a bad idea?
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Is it a bad idea?
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Sleeping all day through the afternoon
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Is it a bad idea?
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What if I turn 59
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With no child of mine?
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Well I guess there's just a glitch in my design.
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Is it a bad idea?
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Is it a bad idea?
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Is it a bad idea?
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Oh, what's a girl to do?
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Bad Idea?
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Maria Taylor |