Friday Night Blues
I bet she’s out painting the town
Foot-loose, feelin’ fancy and free
Not wasting one thought over me
Decked out in her favorite gown
Satin silk and split to the thigh
On a reckless, rollicking high
Dancing with some sweet talkin’ clown
Who knows every trick of the trade
Lost count of the conquests he’s made
Some playboy of local renown
Reciting his tired old routine
(“Don’t wake me if this is a dream”)
Her feet getting swept off the ground
Rebounding with a one night stand
Pay-back for her cheatin’ old man
Yes, I bet she’s out painting the town
Decked out in her favorite gown
Dancing with some sweet talkin’ clown
Some playboy of local renown
Her feet getting swept off the ground
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