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So very glad you're here |
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And such a pleasure dear |
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Name any dish you wish |
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It's yours |
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It couldn't be more true |
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The party needed you |
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When you arrive it comes alive |
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Our spirit soars |
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Now you're here and we're so thrilled |
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It's frightening |
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You appear, it's like a bolt |
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Of lightning |
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A menu if you please |
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Oh look, sweet cakes and tears |
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You must try these |
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The grapes and cheese |
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We're glad you're here |
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So glad to see you're here |
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There's been a lack I fear |
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Of crackling witch |
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Since you've been gone |
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You're smile inspires us |
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Your style, it fires us |
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Our candles glow, our servers know |
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The show is on |
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Separately life can be so distressing |
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Like a salad with no salad dressing |
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So very glad you're here |
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Here's your tiara dear |
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You're such a lift, accept our gift |
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We're glad you're here |
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So very glad you're here |
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The crystal seems more clear |
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The silver sings |
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You bring such style |
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You charm the staff, it's true |
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They like to laugh with you |
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The way you're dressed |
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Is just the best as too your smile |
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Till you came, the day so much duller |
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You appeared, the rooms ablaze with color |
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So very glad you're here |
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You have no fear my dear |
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You're just the top blew up that mop |
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We're glad you're here |
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Kings and queens and princes |
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Came before you |
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But they're just not the same |
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We all adore you |
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So very glad you're here |
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Upfront or from the rear |
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Servers appear at your command |
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Just wave your hand and poof |
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They might just raise the roof |
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Or drink a chair, just blink |
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It's there at either hand |
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Take this rose that knows |
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Your cheeks are redder |
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Hold it close and you know |
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You look better |
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So very glad you're here |
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And for your memories dear |
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A picture book, inside just look |
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We're glad you're here |
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So very glad you're here |
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Outside its rough, I fear |
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Inside we dine the food's divine |
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You're friends are near |
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A bracelet for your wrist |
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Our doorman must be pissed |
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Within these doors the world is yours |
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And filled with cheer |
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My pleasure grows |
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'Cause goodness knows |
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We're glad you're here |
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We're glad you're here |
