| Come in, radio’s on And everyone’s dacing around on the lawn
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| Father picks up his guitar
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| He’s out there playing along
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| Young girls from out of state
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| Dancing their way on the china plates
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| Tearing apart all the drapes
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| Turning them all into gowns for their parade
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| And I want you to know, while you’re singing out of tune
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| I’ll be in the back, making eyes across the room
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| So, I guess if things go right
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| I could be out on the tiles all night
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| So put my name on your dance card
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| And usher me out to the yard where the band plays
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| And when it’s over the lights are going out
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| Why don’t you go home, these drinks are swimming in my head
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| And I don’t think I can make upstairs to find a bed
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| So i sleep in my clothes again,
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| On the floor next to all my friends
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| And I wake up asking, what have I done
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| I’m kicking myself when the lights come back on |