Here we come a-matchmaking among the neon green
Here we come a-clubbing, so better to be seen
Love and joy come to you
and to you that romance too
And God bless you and send you a date this year
And God send you a date this year.
We are not nightly drunkards that vomit on your floor
But we are lonely singles whom you have seen before
Love and joy come to you
and to you that romance too
And God bless you and send you a date this year
And God send you a date this year.
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1 comment:
Love it. "And God send you a date this year." ha ha
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