I cant talk and I cant walk But I know where Im going to go Im going watch my money go At the Locarno When my feet go through the door I know what my right arm is for Buy a drink and pull a chair Up to the edge of the dance floor Bouncers bouncing through the night Trying to stop or start a fight I sit and watch the flashing lights Moving legs in footless tights I go out on Friday night And I come home on Saturday morning I go out on Friday night And I come home on Saturday morning
Posted on: Wed, 19 Nov 2014 02:24:35 +0000
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