| As we go sailing, floating onto the sea
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| We’ll be especially blissful, effervescent and free
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| As we sail along, champagne all night long
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| We’re happy, right where we belong
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| Out on the ocean, with the sun on my face
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| We’ll couple up our dancing, cheek-to-cheek embrace
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| As we drift along, nothing could be wrong
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| We’re happy, right where we belong
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| The sea is rolling, the weather is fine
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| And the dinner bell’s tolling, supper time
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| Down the grand staircase by the twosomes
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| They’re going through some toothsome transformations
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| Things may be different someday
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| But just for now, we’re happy
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| Do we mean it? |
| How
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| Flowing into the nighttime at an elegant soiree
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| Laughing into the morning as the darkness rolls away
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| And as we drift along, sipping all day long
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| Happy, carefree, champagne, dancing
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| At sea, we’re free, we are so happy here
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| We’re happy, right where we belong |