The Party

I hope I look ok for the party
Dressed for the theme, all lashes and seams
If I do it right, she may notice me
I'm feeling pretty

He's not even looking this way, he's busy
Taking another swig, stuffing his face like a pig
He's not what I thought he was, is he?
I'm feeling lonely

Pass the Prosecco around won't you?
I'm starting to feel inexplicably blue

Look at her from across the room
I dare not come near her, it looks like I fear her
But I'm just afraid that something will bloom
When I'm not ready

'Stead, I'll partake of the cake she's prepared
Food is the stuff of love, that's what it's made of
Eat every last crumb, none can be spared
I'm feeling hungry

Pass the Prosecco around won't you?
I'm starting to feel inexplicably blue
Look my way...



Credits
Writer(s): Erica Martin
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