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Dressing up is such a drag
from ruby slippers to some old rag
I’d rather stay in home in bed
Than face the night with so much dread
but this year was a new one yet
my hubby knew I’d change, I bet
And so we went to costume shops
To find the wig, the shoes, the props
And when we finally were done
I guess my hubby knew he’d won
we’re going on a booze cruise later
along the inland, there might be gators
Maybe I’ll get drunk and fall
or maybe not and have a ball
but either way I’m sort of glad
for this idea my hubby had.

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