| The black strapless dress fits just right
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| The calendar’s marked 6 Friday night
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| She puts on a little makeup
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| First time since the break up
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| But if she’s moving on, she’s gonna do it right
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| So tell me the story
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| Of all your past glories
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| The lovers, the losers, the friends
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| Spill all your magic
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| The good times, and the tragic
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| Tonight will this mystery end?
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| When we begin, when we begin
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| His cab driver says, «Here we are.»
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| It’s pouring outside on the boulevard
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| But he smiles as he tips him
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| Though a nervousness grips him
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| He looks up at the place and pulls the door ajar
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| She takes one last glance in the mirror
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| He shakes himself off on the stairs
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| He’s fixing up the flowers
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| She’s looking up at the hour
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| They both make a wish for one goodnight kiss
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| He’s knocking at the door… |