Honey, the party
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You went away quickly,
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But oh that's the trouble
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With ticking and tocking
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I licked the ice cube
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From your empty glass
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Oh we stayed much too late
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Till they're cleaning the ashtrays
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Do you have change
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Or a button, or cash?
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All my pockets hang out
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Like two surrender flags
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Oh, but I'd pay anything
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To keep my conscience clean,
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I'm keeping my eye on the exits
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I'm steady now
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Ooh, ooh
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Ooh, ooh
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How did we get here?
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With creaks in these chairs
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Oh, there aren't enough hands
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To point all the fingers
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But I sit transfixed
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By a hole in your t-shirt
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I've said much too much
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And they're trying to speak up
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Ooh, ooh
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Ooh, ooh
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Ooh, ooh
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The Party
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St. Vincent |