| 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 |