I was deprived of a young girl's dream
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By the cruel force of nature from the blue.
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Instead of a night full of romance supreme,
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All I got was a runny nose and asiatic flu.
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It's Raining on Prom Night,
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My hair is a mess.
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It's running all over
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My taffeta dress.
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It's wiltin' the quiltin'
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In my maiden-form.
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And mascara flows
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Right down my nose
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Because of the storm.
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I don't even have my corsage, oh gee,
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It fell down the sewer with my sister's I.D.
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Spoken over singing: Yes, it's raining on prom night
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(It's Raining on Prom Night)
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Oh what can I do?
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(Oh, what can I do? I miss you)
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It's Raining rain from the skies
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(It's Raining rain from the skies)
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And it's raining real tears from my eyes over you
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(it's raining tears from my eyes over you)
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Oh, Dear God, let him feel the same way I do right now. Make him want to see me
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again!
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Singing: Oh what can I do?
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It's raining rain from the skies
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It's Raining tears from my eyes over you,
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Raining, raining, Raining on Prom Night,
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Raining...
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It's Raining on Prom Night
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| Olivia Newton-John |
