As promised, Ed invites his friends (who invite their friends) over for a party. Jane attempts to mingle, and notices Blanche hanging on Ed’s arm.
lyrics
I’ve never seen so many shades of pastel shorts
Crowded around the keg like cattle at the trough
While long limbed Aphrodites gather on the couch
My awkward tendencies have left me to the dogs
The crowd around me like a drunk panopticon
And Edward at the center, basking in the noise
Under the light
Of this tequila sunrise
I never could get a tan
I only know how to burn
She leans in ever slightly, soon he follows suit
It’s like a game of chicken—who will make a move?
And no one notices two people leave the room
Under the light
Of this tequila sunrise
I never could get a tan
I only know how to burn
I think I’ve had too much
Hey, do my cheeks look red?
Her eyeliner is flawless, wingtips as sharp as razors
Oh what a charméd life
To be a Hampton girl
Her hair a perfect ombre, a sun-kissed babe
Under the light
Of this tequila sunrise
I never could get a tan
I only know how to burn
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