| Party hat and satin dress
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| Silver paper curled in her long black hair
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| Tapping one small elegant shoe in time
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| Oh, the way she plays with them
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| Smile at one, then dance with another
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| Pretty soon they’re forming up a line
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| And she’s laughing, laughing into 1939
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| Oh, laughing, laughing into 1939
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| Oh, the party draws them in
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| It breathes and moves
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| To a life its own
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| In its arms it’s gathering all time
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| From the dark he watches her
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| Moving in and out of the bobbing crowd
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| If she even notices, she gives no sign
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| And she’s laughing, laughing into 1939
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| Oh, laughing, laughing into 1939
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| For tonight is New Year’s Eve
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| Uncork your spirits and welcome it in
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| Who knows what it’s got up its sleeve
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| Can’t wait for it all to begin
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| Stand by the girl with the purple balloon
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| The look in her eyes just lights up the room
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| In the corner of her smile
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| She’ll be seeing you soon
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| Under a mistletoe moon
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| Out on to the balcony
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| Come the King and Queen
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| And the crowd go wild
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| He’s a little bit nervous
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| But that’s just fine
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| And they’re laughing, laughing into 1939
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| Oh, laughing, laughing into 1939 |