| We don’t speak of names and faces
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| Why should we?
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| We don’t speak of husbands or homes
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| Or work or wives and happy lives
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| All we’ve got are lips on faces
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| Moving flawlessly
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| Holding secrets in our clothes
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| On the nights I catch you standing
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| Are you waiting for me?
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| At the counter of this bar
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| Speakeasy, hole in the wall
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| We minuet to cigarette and brandy
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| Your favorite armagnac
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| Prohibition but there’s no harm
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| But when you strike your goodbye pose
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| Everybody knows, everybody knows
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| The party, well, it goes too
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| And damn it all, darling
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| The party goes with you
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| …And I’m left with all the messes
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| Da, di, da
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| Cleaning up for vows in gold
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| Our fraught affair turned solitaire
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| Wishing to take back
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| Merely one of my yeses
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| Aching to be yours
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| And have my story all retold
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| But when you strike your goodbye pose
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| Everybody knows, everybody knows
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| The party, well, it goes too
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| And damn it all, darling
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| The party goes with you
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| And when we’re dancing nose to nose
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| Darling do you suppose, oh, darling do you suppose
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| This party could be just us two, and I your wife? |
| Oh, oh, the gayest party, sad but true
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| It’s true
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| The party goes with you
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| The party goes with you
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| The life of the party
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| In the party of my life |