| It’s early
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| Honey put on your lipstick
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| I wanna take you dancing
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| Even though I can’t dance
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| I’ll drive
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| Down to the place on the west side
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| Somewhere we can’t see the sun rise
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| A better than even chance
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| Another Saturday is over
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| Here comes Sunday shining through
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| I could stay right here forever
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| Sunday morning New York blue
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| Down town
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| Girls who wear boots with their ball gowns
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| Looking for boys with their guards down
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| Maybe they might just win
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| Some day
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| When we get old and our hairs grey
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| We won’t remember the bad days
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| Or maybe we will, but we won’t say
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| Another Saturday is over
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| Here comes Sunday shining through
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| I could stay right here forever
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| Sunday morning New York blue
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| Feeling just the way I do Dancing our way into
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| Sunday morning New York blue
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| Ohh yeah
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| It’s my New York blue |