Thank God it's Friday
The god Bacchus is on a high spirit
The sons of men are gay spirited
And the daughters of Eve all soaked
Soaked their life in Irish cream
As if to conjure the Irish Kings
With the potency of the spirit
The spirit that flows in their veins
And make men high and women heigh
That they spend the evenings in high spirit
Cuddling and whispering sweet nothings
To the ears of the one whose arms they find solace
While riding on the rhythmic ****** of the beleza dance
Spirit has spirit, only a foolish man questions its potency
No wonder he ends up on the ever welcoming hands of WC
After every evening conquests and merriments on the streets
Merriments indulged in under the leadership of god Bacchus
Thank God it's Friday my people
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 2:30 PM UTC
Thank God it's Friday
The god Bacchus is on a high spirit
The sons of men are gay spirited
And the daughters of Eve all soaked
Soaked their life in Irish cream
As if to conjure the Irish Kings
With the potency of the spirit
The spirit that flows in their veins
And make men high and women heigh
That they spend the evenings in high spirit
Cuddling and whispering sweet nothings
To the ears of the one whose arms they find solace
While riding on the rhythmic ****** of the beleza dance
Spirit has spirit, only a foolish man questions its potency
No wonder he ends up on the ever welcoming hands of WC
After every evening conquests and merriments on the streets
Merriments indulged in under the leadership of god Bacchus
Thank God it's Friday my people