Money To Spendmature
If what you're saying could be true
I'd never take my eyes off you
I'm caught in the crossfire with a dirty look
I had words prepped, notes taken and checked
But now who gives a flying %^&*
I'm straight into disappointment
Crashing through hits me with a hammerfist
I'd expect my charms are easy to resist
But how can you not be amazed
By the smile or the way I insist
I've finally got my money to spend
But there's no rush, I've lost my friends
All we can do is dance, drink and fight
The only way to spend a Friday night
Another weekend flying by
Another chance to crash and burn, dreaming, sighing
Living for moments that will never come
Expectations doom us, now she's crying, you're crying
You'd have thought the whole world started dying
I've finally got my money to spend
But there's no rush, I've lost my friends
All we can do is dance, drink and fight
The only way to spend a Friday night
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