The black strapless dress fits just right
The calendar's marked 6 Friday night
She puts on a little makeup
First time since the break up
But if she's moving on, she's gonna do it right
Chorus
So tell me the story
of all your past glories
the lovers, the losers, the friends.
Spill all your magic,
the good times, and the tragic
Tonight will this mystery end?
When we begin, when we begin.
His cab driver says,
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