Finchy

FRIDAY NIGHT

FRIDAY NIGHT

 Ray Finch

 

The lone wolf’s out he’s on the prowl

Come midnight, you will hear him howl

As he sniff’s the air and raises his snout

The girlfriend’s and wives are now coming out

The prey is so pretty, and its waiting there

He knows it’s willing and ready to snare

Discarded rings, white bands now showing

Husbands at home and no way of knowing

He licks his lips he’s picked up the scent

He buys the drinks its money well spent

Now on the dance floor and not alone

Won’t be long, before he’s taking her home