Friday Night With the Girls
The work week is finished,
No more bosses, no more school.
It's time to let the hair down and act like a fool.
We meet at the Petrol,
with kids in tow,
Wanting to relax,
and enjoy the show.
Everyone's married,
Except for me,
Waiting for spouses,
And that, I envy.
Some seem happy,
Some not so much,
How you can not want,
Someone to touch?
They talk of their toys,
And I'm in the dark,
Never had I a desire,
To go on such a lark.
I don't understand,
Use of the artificial,
When the alternative
Is so beneficial.
The kids are off playing,
Clueless as can be,
I wonder if they are,
Just between you and me.
Life is funny,
In certain respects,
I wonder if toys,
Have the same effect?
I can't imagine,
What drove them to that,
Is there nothing inside,
To change that fact?
The saddest part of all,
I'm sorry to say,
I'm the oldest of all,
And still want to play.
No more bosses, no more school.
It's time to let the hair down and act like a fool.
We meet at the Petrol,
with kids in tow,
Wanting to relax,
and enjoy the show.
Everyone's married,
Except for me,
Waiting for spouses,
And that, I envy.
Some seem happy,
Some not so much,
How you can not want,
Someone to touch?
They talk of their toys,
And I'm in the dark,
Never had I a desire,
To go on such a lark.
I don't understand,
Use of the artificial,
When the alternative
Is so beneficial.
The kids are off playing,
Clueless as can be,
I wonder if they are,
Just between you and me.
Life is funny,
In certain respects,
I wonder if toys,
Have the same effect?
I can't imagine,
What drove them to that,
Is there nothing inside,
To change that fact?
The saddest part of all,
I'm sorry to say,
I'm the oldest of all,
And still want to play.
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