Last Cheaters Ball
Last Cheaters Ball
Who will dance the past with me
in penguin suit all snowy white
Music is live with old time and jive
i’m afraid we shall all look a fright
With dashing white sergeants
ladies promenading the gowns
dripping diamonds silver and gold
Champagne flooding the tables
making gentry younger and bold
Deaf waiters smile nicely
whispered vows are exchanged
hearts stolen while lovers are lost
This is history repeating itself
part of the dance perchance
part of the cost
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