The revelers have hit the street
with pots and pans, their throat's completely
knackered from another ringing in.
Let another new year begin!
A shitty bottle of champagne, a paper party crown.
My breasts all set to bust out of this Cinderella gown.
It's an artificial deadline to turn my life around.
It's another happy new year.
Chase the rubber chicken all around the plastic plate,
stare into the half-cut eyes of my disappointed date
who's been waiting for the countdown.
He's trying to stay awake so he can force his breath upon me,
bend me over at the waist.
Dare to dream, it could be beautiful, put me in my place.
This, another happy new year.
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And I.. could be drunk anywhere!
So what am I doing here?
In this, another happy new year.
I cut across the dance floor,
the blinking disco lights.
My eyes upon the exit and the safety of the night.
Past the line-up for the toilet,
to the line-up for my coat and I make it out the doorway one tick-tock before the stroke of midnight
and the air feels so cool against my throat as I whisper “Happy new yearâ€!
[Chorus]
The revelers have hit the street
with pots and pans, their throat's completely
knackered from another ringing in.
Let another new year begin!
[Chorus]
In this, another happy new year!
In this, another happy new YEAR!