I like the days I get to come
Home early to be with you.
'Cause I love my evenings and weekends,
Every second through.
Weekends and evenings are where it's at,
Because I get to be around,
I know that it makes me happy,
And my heart will never frown.
I love spending time with you,
Every chance that I get,
That's why I come home early on Fridays
And come home like a jet.
I zoom into your arms and give you a kiss,
And let out a sigh of relief,
Because being home is the best there is,
And here, I can be free of grief.
Friday, May 29, 2009
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