Its Friday night,
once again,
Ive done my hair,
hope it doesn't rain.
as the time slowly passes by,
my taxi better come or i might cry,
my friends are here we are having a drink,
if the taxi doesn't come ill kick up a stink.
the taxi's here 20 minutes late,
i hope thes no queue when we get to the gate.
we've been here now most of the night,
my friend all said that it would be shite.
its nearly time to go home now,
the time has flew some way, some how.
i am quite merry, in fact I'm drunk,
I'm jumping around like a deranged punk.
were all back in our pads now,
were all nearly asleep,
I'm ever so tired but cant wait for next week.
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Written March 18th, 2005
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I like it. Just another Friay night...
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ah yes, this brings back memories. I can totally understand what you mean about your hair too, I still like to get a lift from door to door in case it goes frizzy.
Great flow to this, I enjoyed reading. -
wow...been there! love the part about you not wanting the rain to get on your hair.. I know I'm like that when I'm going out!
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