Writers: Doug Supernaw/Rick Robertson
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Here's to you with your champagne in hand
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Although the arms around you are another man's
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His million dollar house and his fine foreign car
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Have left me in this dingy little bar
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But the dollars in your eyes
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Can't hold back the tears you'll cry
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When the glamour fades into a lonely night
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Drink your bubbly, give me barley and hops
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And on this stool I'll be standin' by
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Twistin' tops 'til his champagne runs dry
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Here's to me and the slow movin' hands
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For you the time is flyin', but for me so still it stands
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Am I right for hangin' on, just a wishful thinkin' fool
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Convinced that it's a stage that you're going through
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But the dollars in your eyes
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Can't hold back the tears you'll cry
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When the glamour fades into a lonely night
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Drink your bubbly, give me barley and hopes
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And on this stool I'll be standin' by
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Twistin' tops 'til his champagne runs dry
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Twistin' tops 'til his champagne runs dry
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Twistin' Tops
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Doug Supernaw |