The guests have come jangling in,
Many more than we had called.
Oh, what a waste of a perfect night
'Cause now they just laugh and talk.
Yes, they talk like they'd never stop,
They talk of this and they talk of that,
Craft cracked jokes in this drunken soiree
And they laugh and party without us.
And the only thing left for us is
To see them talk in low conferences.
When we'd planned a dance or two;
Or to do something new.
But here we are, while they laugh and party.
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