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Confetti, Champagne and Roses She used to be the queen of clubs, the matriarch But the gang all got boyfriends and drifted apart The lunch break’s always baby talk, engagement rings But because she’s not a member they won’t let her in From here to maternity, the man that she’s destined to meet Someone who will take her home Someone’s going to take her home Reflected in his eyes, confetti, champagne and roses So goodbye backseat fumbling and aching heads She’s been looking for love in all the wrong beds Tears staining her diary, is it asking to much to believe Someone going to take her home Someone’s going to take her home Reflected in his eyes, confetti, champagne and roses Neo-neanderthals pose in Prada Clearly in love with themselves And she knows the good ones are taken Or gay or over the hill Is it just some impossible dream? Will it change when she turns seventeen? Somebody to take her home Someone’s going to take her home Reflected in his eyes, confetti, champagne and roses
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