Gin Sling
Forever
Do you
remember on the dance floor?
In the
fake smoke and music, the surreal feeling thru’ every pore
Drink the
drink, sniff the stuff and you’re not there anymore
That
feeling of one in the morn’, everyone’s body shoving
Time
stood still and imagination was reality
‘Twas
Friday night or Saturday morn’, that locality
Did they
spike the drinks – you didn’t care
All you
desired was in a dare
The week
had gone and friends were joyful fare
Youth
having its way, ‘twas us, and all was fair
Morality
was which one was next
Amazing
how lustful eyes see each other like a text
That
world which existed from Friday to Sunday
Broken
hearts were the scars but there was always another sweet Sundae
I
remember those days and the pleasure lingers
Most of all
the fun we had as friends and that’ll always be the gin sling forever
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