Cool and sharp And dressed to kill Rich and strange You seek to thrill Take your pick I'll pay the bill Don't pretend You didn't know This is how the party goes And we all love The things you do Drag the carpet From the floor You won't need it Any more You're the one That I adore Don't pretend You didn't know This is how the party goes And we all love The work you do Get on the bus Don't make a fuss Get on the bus You belong to us Young and bright You have no friends Cold heart calling Means to ends Trust in us We know the trends You might live But that depends Worldly, weary Stuffed with fame We can play But it's my game If we fail then You're to blame Don't complain You're all the same
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How the Party Goes
Party people who make you feel good and pick up the bill. Everybody loves you but you have no friends. But this is what you wanted. It's your party, but you don't decide when it ends. We all know that. It's a business, after all. Don't make a fuss. Get on the bus.