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Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots and ruined your 'Black Tie Affair'.
The last one to know... the last one to show... I was the last one you thought you'd see there.
And I saw the surprise, and the fear in his eyes, when I took his glass of champagne.
Then I toasted you and said "Honey, we may be through... but you'll never hear me complain!"
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