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Thank God It's Not Christmas - Sparks
What do I hear what do I hear
Chit chat and clinking glass
Cheap talk a lady's laugh
After hour
What do I see what do I see
Some sunken hideaway
Where people go to play
After hour
There I'll spend the night
Meeting fancy thins
At bistros and old haunts
Trying very hard to sin
Then it is day end in a way
The pattern's much the same
In spots a matinee
Every day
Blend with the crowd blend with the loud
Hypnotic ebb and flow
Until the day goes slowly
Into night
See the same old crowd
At bistros and old haunts
'Til the lights grow dim
The not so subtle hint to be gone
Thank God it's not Christmas
When there is only you
And nothing else to do
Thank God it's not Christmas
Where there's just you to do
The rest is closed to public view
Caroling kids caroling kids
A trifle premature in tones so rich and pure and cry saline
Call for the day the popular day
It's fast approaching now
But will the mood allow
One dissent
Oh if this were the Seine
We'd be very suave
But it's just the rain
Washing down the boulevard
So thank God it's not Christmas
When there is only you
And nothing else to do
Thank God it's not Christmas
Where there's just you to do
The rest is closed to public view
Popular days the popular ways
Are for the chosen few
Not meant for me and you
Obviously
Popular nights poplar rites
Great things to say and do
Aren't said or done by you
Obviously
If this were Seine
We'd be very suave
But it's just the rain
Washing down the boulevard
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