Friday night.

Friday night
In the city
It seems all right
So get ready
You’re only happy when the bar is open
And you’re having a drink again
There’s no mistake
She’s staring at you
It’s time to act 
Don’t be a statue 
“Risk on one turn of pitch-and-toss”. 
It’s like a hammer to your brain.

This time she said:
“You’ll never be alone, boy, you’ll never feel alone”
It’s time to play
To take another drink and read the message on your phone
So many different ways to spend a night
There are
So many different girls, who’re gonna make it right
And [bad word] and they go, like a peeler in show, never making you feel that you’re falling in love again

I’m thinking of
My plan of action
How to regain
Some satisfaction
How to get deep electric shot of pleasure right into my brain
I’m drinking just
To get some courage
Her lips are red
Her smile is savage
I find myself alone again [bad word] bustard dancing in the rain.