Excuses, Excuses
The day was hot and reckless
And I? I felt the same
I was feeling young and feckless
The day, it was to blame
The evening too was daring
It made me wild and brash
Drove me to stop caring
Made me heedless, made me rash
Then night time's mindless passion
Spurred me, fast and loose
I lost all sense of right and fashion
The night is also my excuse
So force me to have second thoughts
I'm begging for release
I really shouldn't be wearing shorts
Please call the fashion police
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