Relationships

Friday Night

I’m scared of Friday Night
When you take martini with your closest pals
And you laugh so hard the damn mistress stares
She winks at you and wished you cared
She serves you wine, the one you like and love

I’m scared of Friday Nights
When you go out with some friends
And you look so cute with your fragrance as well
And the chicks turn around as you sway your head
They turn and stare to wish you were theirs

I’m scared of Friday Nights
When you close from work at half past five
And you spend so much on some whiskey and the spirit brand
And the bar man price you more and so high
‘Cos he thinks you’re cute and richer than the other guys

I’m scared of Friday Night
When you get back home by one a.m
And the smell of alcohol lingers on you, this I hate so bad
And you expect me to hug and kiss you
And be ready to make love like everything is well

I’m scared of Friday Night
But everybody thanks God every time for this night.

 

 

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