Those dry martinis were too much for me.
Last night at twelve I felt immense,
Today, I feel like thirty cents.
But it is a poor time for mirth and laughter,
The cold, gray dawn of the morning after.
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_I went to a dance with a girl named Nora,_
_We danced and we danced on the floor-a,_
_I heard a rip, and I knew by chance_
_That Nora had lost her desire to dance._
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