Invitation

There once was a person
Who knew of no soul
Not even their own
Let alone someone else's
They danced with their eyes closed
Movements without purpose
But guests in masked costumes
Had nowhere else to go

Iron your dress
We have no one to impress
If candlelit bedrooms have hidden all the mess
Welcome the guests
They look ready for the grand masquerade
Remember the catch
There's no winner in our little escapade
Iron your dress
We have no one to impress
If candlelit bedrooms have hidden all the mess
Welcome the guests
They look ready for the grand masquerade
Remember the catch
There's no winner in our little escapade

There once was a person
Who knew of no soul
Who knew of no soul
Who knew of no soul



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Nicola Mancini
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