New Clothes

You lit a candle, I poured some pink champagne
And on the table was one red rose
You tore my clothes off, I tore your clothes off too
Well, I suppose, we'll need new clothes

Pull off your pullover, discard my cardigan
Slip off those slippers, take off your hose
We'll never find them tomorrow morning, no
Well, I suppose, we'll need new clothes

I'll buy a pair of pants, oh boy
Corduroy
I wish, I wish that everyone could have some brand new corduroy pants
Bell bottoms!

It's so romantic, this walking in the rain
Brushing the raindrops off of your nose
We hardly notice we're getting soaking wet
Well, I suppose, we need new clothes

You'll buy an evening dress some day
Gold lame'
I wish, I wish that everyone could have a shiny gold lame' dress
Bell bottoms!

So light that candle, I'll pour some pink champagne
Put on some music, la via rose
Then tear my clothes off
I'll tear your clothes off too

Well, I suppose, we'll need new clothes
Yeah, I suppose, we'll need new clothes
Yeah, I suppose, we'll need new clothes

Won't we both look fine in our new clothes
Won't we both look fine in our new clothes
Won't we both look fine in our new clothes
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