When Friday night comes, it's inevitable.
Phalanxes in the many, dancing, drinking and having fun.
In bars long lines on one road like a railing.
This fever won't be over until the night is done.
I'm dismay by all that over excitement,
And very melancholy by being alone all day.
But when the Friday night interpose in enlightenment.
All my long lasting sadness all fades away.
Call me an elated person when the fever hits me.
To be sagacious and to act judicious of an account.
About the people I see, we party the flee.
Kind of suspicious and much heats there with us.
Maybe I'm assailant and love to **** night's time,
Flies fly by to join the extravaganza.
In a place sanguinary not really sanitary.
Any day of the week, but Friday night's fever is in every month even mine, foreveruary.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 3:03 PM UTC
When Friday night comes, it's inevitable.
Phalanxes in the many, dancing, drinking and having fun.
In bars long lines on one road like a railing.
This fever won't be over until the night is done.
I'm dismay by all that over excitement,
And very melancholy by being alone all day.
But when the Friday night interpose in enlightenment.
All my long lasting sadness all fades away.
Call me an elated person when the fever hits me.
To be sagacious and to act judicious of an account.
About the people I see, we party the flee.
Kind of suspicious and much heats there with us.
Maybe I'm assailant and love to **** night's time,
Flies fly by to join the extravaganza.
In a place sanguinary not really sanitary.
Any day of the week, but Friday night's fever is in every month even mine, foreveruary.
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