I Hope This Wouldn't Be The Only Cocktail Party That I'd Get Invited To
Drink, drink, drink
Gulping shot after shot after shot
Hey, waiter, bring a whiskey to that lady
She's frowning and shaking
Obviously upset and sinking to oblivion
Remind her, she still has a chance
To spend, waste or ignore
I'm here, now turn to me
We'll dance together in this
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