| You’re not the prettiest girl in town
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| I’m not the only boy with sullied clothes and a sullen frown, so
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| To hell with Valentine’s, to hell with perfume
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| To hell with chocolates and picnics
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| And Sinatra tunes
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| Cuz while the rest of the girls are drowning in roses and songs he composes
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| And while the rest of the guys are all trying
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| All trying so hard
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| Oh girl, let’s crash the party
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| El Dorado on the lawn (hey, hey, hey)
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| Let’s burn holes in the carpets
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| Kicking, shouting, dancing on the tables all night long
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| I’m not so good with subtlety
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| You wouldn’t say that I’m the picture of urbanity
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| Never put much stock in suavity, courtesy, chivalry, gallantry
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| All that useless jewelry
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| But while the rest of the girls still sigh for the night he was smiling politely
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| And while the rest of the guys are all trying
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| All trying so hard
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| Oh girl, let’s crash the party
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| El Dorado on the lawn (hey, hey, hey)
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| Let’s burn holes in the carpets
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| Kicking, shouting, dancing on the tables all night long
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| (Oh girl, let’s crash the party)
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| All night
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| (Let's burn holes in the carpet)
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| All night long |