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Writers: Doug Supernaw/Rick Robertson |
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Here's to you with your champagne in hand |
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Although the arms around you are another man's |
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His million dollar house and his fine foreign car |
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Have left me in this dingy little bar |
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But the dollars in your eyes |
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Can't hold back the tears you'll cry |
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When the glamour fades into a lonely night |
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Drink your bubbly, give me barley and hops |
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And on this stool I'll be standin' by |
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Twistin' tops 'til his champagne runs dry |
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Here's to me and the slow movin' hands |
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For you the time is flyin', but for me so still it stands |
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Am I right for hangin' on, just a wishful thinkin' fool |
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Convinced that it's a stage that you're going through |
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But the dollars in your eyes |
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Can't hold back the tears you'll cry |
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When the glamour fades into a lonely night |
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Drink your bubbly, give me barley and hopes |
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And on this stool I'll be standin' by |
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Twistin' tops 'til his champagne runs dry |
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Twistin' tops 'til his champagne runs dry |
