cats in the bag / the neighbours holler
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this party is higher / than the eiffel tower
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we're all here to be reckless / we're all sleazy and easy to please
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dreamers and schemers on the loose
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we're all here for a celebration / the madcap scene and the max machine
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and the friends you see go up in smoke
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and this heel toe dance song tour de force
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climbing a cloud climbing a cloud / put a little life on the line
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here's Lucy she's choosey / of who calls her on the phone
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she's from a very rich foreign family / but displaced cause of rivalry at home
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now Daphne is the orphan / still searching for her roots
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she likes concert blisters and leather boots
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and knows one fact her act is to get loose
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now we're just musicians / here to thin the thickness of your skin
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show us your body / show us your curls / show us your tour de force
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show us your thrills / keep that smile on your face
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this is the best offer you've had so far
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we're innocent we're naive / in the cabarets we get our veins wet
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in the saloons we hassle the richest guests
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in the climb we're breathless above the rest
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climbing a cloud climbing a cloud
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The Party
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| Max Webster |
