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 Stand in the kitchen, 
Gretchen. 
Stand alone, 
because it's cool. 
Pour your soda, 
mix your rum. 
Stand in the kitchen, 
Gretchen. 
Stand- 
you're so cool. 
They push you 
into the living room.  
All eyes on you, 
Gretchen. 
Your rum is in the kitchen, 
Gretchen,  
but all eyes on you. 
Smile, 
laugh; 
you're drinking, 
Gretchen. 
Sip, 
talk; 
you're cool, now, 
Gretchen. 
They'll be back, 
they need a car. 
They'll need to drive- 
take you home, 
Gretchen. 
Your rum is in the kitchen, 
oh, but all eyes on you. 
All eyes on you.
 
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