someone's going to have a great anniversary...
Come on, Babe
Why don't we paint the town?
And All That Jazz.
I'm gonna rouge my knees
And roll my stockings down
And All That Jazz.
Start the car I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold but the piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall Where there's a nightly brawl
And
All
That
Jazz!
Thanks Rebeca...what fun!
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