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I've been ready for hours and I'm wearing my best |
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Ordered champagne and flowers and you're not even dressed |
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Tonight's a special night to remember with pride |
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These twenty happy years since you became my bride |
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It is all too absurd, you're so cross and abrupt |
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But I don't say a word or you're bound to erupt |
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Your peculiar moods I've experienced before |
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So I'll pour another drink and quietly pace the floor |
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It's a quarter to eight as we fretfully wait |
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For your little black dress, that was promised by six |
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Is it just rotten luck, when we're doing the town |
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That the fates should conspire, to let us mortals down |
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I have seats for a show and it's opening night |
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My shoes do not fit me and my suit is too tight |
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And you sit there and curse, an occasional curse |
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And I've got a headache that's quickly getting worse |
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Happy anniversary, happy anniversary |
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They deliver your frock, but you're still in distress |
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It was past nine o clock, when I helped you to dress |
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I tried to do you up, but, it wasn't my day |
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For then to fill my cup, your zipper stuck half way |
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I got all in a sweat, over anxious and vexed |
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Will I ever forget, the thing that happened next |
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Your dress just came apart, with one terrible tear |
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Your disappointed cries, were more than I could bear |
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At eleven at last, when we got into town |
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We arrived at the show, but the curtain was down |
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I suggested a bite. No, no you wanted to walk |
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You had no appetite and no desire to talk |
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So we strolled for an hour, and the evening was sweet |
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And I bought you a flower, from a man in the street |
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And we kissed on the sidewalk, without reason or rhyme |
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And we knew that our love is must stronger than time |
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Happy anniversary, happy anniversary, happy anniversary. |