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    A bottle of white, a bottle of red
    Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
    We'll get a table near the street
    In our old familiar place
    You and I, face to face oooh

    A bottle of red, a bottle of white
    It all depends on your appetite
    I'll meet you any time you want
    In our Italian Restaurant.

    Things are okay with me these days
    Got a good job, got a good office
    Got a new wife, got a new life
    And the family is fine
    Oh, we lost touch long ago
    You lost weight, I did not know
    You could ever look so nice after so much time!

    Do you remember those days hanging out at the village green?
    Engineer boots, leather jackets,and tight blue jeans
    Oh, you'd drop a dime in the box play a song
    About New Orleans
    Cold beer, hot lights
    My sweet romantic teenage nights

    Brenda and Eddie were the popular steadies
    And the king and the queen at the prom
    Riding around with the car top down
    And the radio on
    Nobody looked any finer or was more of a hit at the Parkway Diner
    We never knew we could want more than that out of life
    Surely Brenda and Eddie would always know how to survive

    Brenda and Eddie were still going steady in the summer of '75
    When they decided the marriage would be at the end of July
    Everyone said they were crazy
    Brenda you know you're much too lazy
    And Eddie could never afford to live that kind of life
    But there we were waving Brenda and Eddie goodbye.

    They got an apartment with deep pile carpet
    And a couple of paintings from Sears
    A big waterbed that they bought with the bread
    They had saved for a couple of years
    But they started to fight when the money got tight
    And they just didn't count on the tears

    Well they lived for a while in a very nice style
    But it's always the same in the end
    They got a divorce as a matter of course
    And they parted the closest of friends
    Then the king and the queen went back to the green
    But you can never go back there again.

    Brenda and Eddie had had it already
    By the summer of '75
    From the high to the low to the end of the show
    For the rest of their lives
    They couldn't go back to the greasers
    The best they could do was pick up the pieces
    But we always knew they would both find a way to get by
    Oh, that's all I heard about Brenda and Eddie
    Can't tell you more cause I told you already
    And here we are waving Brenda and Eddie goodbye.

    A bottle of red, and bottle of white
    Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight
    I'll meet you anytime you want
    In our Italian Restaurant

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