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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