Saturday Night,Sunday Morning
on saturday night
you went out again
stunning,and pretty,and hot
all coco chanel
and victoria secret
ready to hit a jack-pot
on sunday morning
late quarter past three
you slept in the back
of my cab
smelling gin-tonic
tequila and beer
and burping once
in a while
thank god this is not
the end of the world
next week is another weekend
i'm sure you'll come out
much prettier again
in new dress
and no wonder new scent...
Copyright © Dino Spahillari | Year Posted 2012
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