The week is finished, the work's all done, And now it's time to play. She can go enjoy the weekend, She has been thinking about it all day.
Out with friends, time to relax, She sits and sips her drink. She just wanted a quiet spot, Where she could sit and think.
He grabbed her attention from across the room, She thought to herself "what the heck". She knew before the night was over, She would feel his warm breath on her neck.
They were dancing close together, His shoulder held her chin. She knew that later on, They would be rubbing skin to skin.
Morning light makes things look different, Alcohol can take the blame. His cologne was the only reminder, She didn't even know his name.
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