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My friends and I we go to Zanzibar I see a pretty girl but I won't get too far Cause she's just staring at my friend Now they're talking laughing I feel dead Maybe I'll just go to bed We're at this party of a friend of mine I ask this woman if she'd like some wine She says "No thanks I never drink" Then she looks at my friend I see her wink As I turn I hear their glasses clink I won't find my wife in this bar Now we're in this smoky bar in Somerville Talking to this girl she's cute and dressed to kill She says "I think you're funny too But I'd rather be dead than dance with you Cause you're not white as Elmer's glue" I won't find my wife in this bar Is this another Bates reunion Or Hamilton, Tufts, or Colby? Does it really matter where I go? I won't find my wife in this bar From Letras Mania