| Last night we got so drunk
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| You let me give you a haircut
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| Then we got real high on the balcony
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| We rented adult movies to
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| Laugh at all of the rude bits
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| Of course it lead to touching
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| Was it really such a bad thing huh?
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| There was a line, yeah we crossed it
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| But it seems fine 'cause we loved it, loved it yeah
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| New Year’s Eve, you can’t trust it
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| But we’ll start as we mean to go on
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| It’s always the quiet ones who knock you out
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| With that kind of love, I hate to admit
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| It’s always the quiet ons who knock you out
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| With that kind of love, I hate to admit
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| That I feel this way
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| Midnight was approaching
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| The othrs started arriving
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| So we got dressed albeit reluctantly
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| In two more rum and colas
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| The party moved to the sofa
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| Of course that’s when I told ya
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| Boy I think I love ya
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| There was a line, yeah we crossed it
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| But it seems fine 'cause we loved it, loved it yeah
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| New Year’s Eve you can’t trust it
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| But we’ll start as we mean to go on
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| It’s always the quiet ones who knock you out
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| With that kind of love, I hate to admit
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| It’s always the quiet ones who knock you out
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| With that kind of love, I hate to admit
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| That I feel this way
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| There was a line, we crossed it
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| Everything’s fine now, we love it love it
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| New Year’s Eve, you can’t trust it
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| But we’ll start as we mean to go on
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| It’s always the quiet ones who knock you out
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| With that kind of love, I hate to admit
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| It’s always the quiet ones who knock you out
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| With that kind of love, I hate to admit
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| That I feel this way
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| That I feel this way |