Fridays never cease to amaze me.
Fridays are made to set me free.
No drama. No work. No busy bee.
A few bottles between me and my buddy.
We promise to let ourselves loose
But as the night deepens, we call a truce.
Baby, befuddled we are, slow down on the booze
Before we fall into shameful snoring snooze.
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