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Lucy's wearing vintage |
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Boys in rented tux |
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Safety pins for cuff links |
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Please dance with me |
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The party's still in full swing |
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And you're such a bright young thing |
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Nancy's got a monkey |
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On a silver chain |
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Pose for Stephen's camera |
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Then dance with me |
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Forget what the future brings |
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Surrounded by bright young things |
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Sometimes a party's a port in a storm |
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No one feels weary |
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Or lost and forlorn |
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Listen the nightingale sings |
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In Berkeley Square |
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The bright young things |
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Are flying on chemical wings |
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Intent on their one last flings |
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Tonight |
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It's time |
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It's time |
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It's time |
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It's time |
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When I get you home |
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there'll be sunlight on your bed |
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Close your eyes and drift off imagining |
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The promise of a diamond ring |
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You are queen and I'm your king |
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Sometimes a party's a port in a storm |
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You won't feel wearty |
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Or lost and forlorn |
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Listen the nightingale sings |
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In Berkeley Square |
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The bright young things |
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Are flying on chemical wings |
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Share with me one last fling |
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Tonight |
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It's time |
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Bright Young Things |
