| She sang the best she’d ever sang
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| She couldn’t ever sing any better
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| But Mister Davidson never rang
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| She knew he would forget her
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| She’d seen him there
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| And put herself to ransom
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| He had stared
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| He really was quite handsome
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| She had really looked her best
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| She couldn’t ever look any better
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| But she knew she’d failed the test
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| She knew he would forget her
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| Triumphant was the way she felt
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| As she acknowledged the applause
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| Triumphant was the way she’d felt
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| When she saw him at the dressing room door
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| She was happier than she’d ever been
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| As he praised her for her grace
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| But his expression changed, she had seen
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| As he leant to kiss her face
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| It ended there
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| He claimed a late appointment
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| She quickly turned
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| To hide her disappointment
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| She ripped her glittering gown
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| Couldn’t face another show, no
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| Her deodorant had let her down
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| She should have used Odorono |