| Did you skate figure eight
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| On the ice in Central Park?
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| Did you throw balls of snow
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| At your friends until dark?
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| I guess I wanted to say…
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| I first called you when I woke up
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| I think it was almost eight
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| But I probably just missed you
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| I must have been too late
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| Called back that night at seven-thirty
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| Then I waited up till ten
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| In the dark in my pajamas
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| As the phone rang out again
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| Did the host raise a toast
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| To the day your life began?
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| Did someone bake your favourite cake
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| With your name in marzipan?
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| I just called to say
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| Happy birthday for…
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| I couldn’t help but think of last year
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| When it was just us two
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| But I’m sure you can celebrate
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| Without the help of you-know-who
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| And if all the gang were with you
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| It must have been a gas
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| Didn’t want you to think that
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| I forgot, I kid you not
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| Now, did you go to a show
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| And sentimentally keep the stub?
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| Did you give hugs from the drugs
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| That you bought in a night club?
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| I just called to say
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| Happy birthday
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| For yesterday |