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Friday

 

I still remember the first day 

I laid eyes on him  

Wearing nothing but a greasy shirt 

Caught all my attention

 

Since then I went out every Friday

Met at your local place when you were with her

I must admit It wasn't easy

She was a ten but I knew her game

 

She fought with class

Such a fash, I didn't play with rules

Don't put the blame now on me

You didn't love her

So stop this farce

 

You fall for me at first sight

I put you on ecstasy

Baby, we don't need to rush

Fridays will never end  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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