Last Night (edited)
Last night we stood in a grand cathedral
And we made some vows that were matrimonial
Last night was the night we said I do
Last night was to the first night of me and you
Last night we rode in a black horse carriage
To a hotel where we did our dance in
Suite III where we stayed all night
Last night was the first night of our lives
Started with a silky allemande
Cranked it up to an effervescent courante
Sarabande was the relaxation
And the Gigue was the termination
Last night
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