| Look it’s almost morning
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| Baby turn your collar up
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| There ain’t nobody dancing
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| Who looks better down and out on their luck
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| Run away to a little place with me
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| Where everybody thinks you’re royalty
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| Think of how easy life could be
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| Eh eh
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| Run away to a place that isn’t far
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| Forget the jet, call us a car
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| It doesn’t matter where we are
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| Won’t you carry me away
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| After endless ballroom dreams
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| With you starting every day
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| We’ll be high society
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| We’ll drink Chardonnay through the day
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| Cause we say so
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| A silk lapel suits you well baby you know
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| With you each and every day
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| We’ll be high society
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| You never sleep late on Sunday
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| Cause that’s how it’s done in Monaco
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| Except for when you came stateside
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| You never let me sleep late alone
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| Let’s sneak into a country club and when
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| We can’t get in slip them a ten
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| Isn’t it fun to play pretend?
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| Eh eh
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| Find somebody else that we can blame
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| For all the things we do that cause us pain
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| Keep keeping on like life’s a game
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| Won’t you carry me away
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| After endless ballroom dreams
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| With you starting every day
|
| We’ll be high society
|
| We’ll drink Chardonnay through the day
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| Cause we say so
|
| A silk lapel suits you well baby you know
|
| With you each and every day
|
| We’ll be high society
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| There ain’t nobody dancing
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| Who looks better down and out on their luck
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| It’s in our blood
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| We’re above the highest penthouse
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| Tell me the world is ours
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| We’ll be high
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| Won’t you carry me away
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| After endless ballroom dreams
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| With you starting every day
|
| We’ll be high society
|
| We’ll drink Chardonnay through the day
|
| Cause we say so
|
| A silk lapel suits you well baby you know
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| With you each and every day
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| We’ll be high society |