After the coffee run, he dressed well
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So did the hair with increasing touches of grey
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A young adult with a job
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Carefully selected friends
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On the way up
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With the eye and the word in place
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A zealous debater who rarely reports a pass
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A pretty good cook
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He was well-travelled and well-read
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But he had had enough of empty hours at the café
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With girls he really just wanted to fuck with
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It was time to say stop
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For boring meetings
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Because he wanted to go out dancing
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Drink beer and liquor and don't say a damn thing
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Just dance
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Then add lunch that we eat in the evening after the clock has struck
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Nananaoaoao darararadu
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Nananaaoao darararu
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Almost thirty years old and happy about it
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He just kept getting more handsome
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But there was not enough time, superficial game
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So why ask for fruit if you want chocolate
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It's nice to talk and get to know each other
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But let's take it the morning after we put it on hold
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If we're going to see each other first, let's have fun
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And I want to see how you look in a little bit of clothes
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I want to go out dancing
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Drink beer and liquor and don't say a damn thing
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Just dance
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Then add lunch that we eat in the evening after the clock has struck
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Just over three, they have been open much longer than that
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And I know of a perfectly ok place
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Treating those who want to come home with me
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It's late nights I want to spend my salary on
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Because I don't want to spend money on a boring lunch date
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But ten beers and a taxi home it's straight
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Please understand, I'd be happy to chat afterwards
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But first I want to go out dancing
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Drink beer and liquor and don't say a damn thing
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Just dance
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Then add lunch we eat in the evening after three o'clock
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I want to go out dancing
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Drink beer and liquor and don't say a damn thing
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Just dance
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Then brought lunch
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Mmmmmm
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Nananaoaoao darararadu
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Nananaaoao darararu |