Thursday night, everything's fine
Except you've got that look in your eye
When I'm telling a story, and you find it boring
You're thinking of something to say
You'll go along with it, then drop it
And humiliate me in front of our friends
Then I'll use that voice that you find annoying
And say something like,
"Yeah, intelligent input, darling.
Why don't you just have another beer then?"
Then you'll call me a bitch
And everyone we're with will be embarrassed
And I won't give a shit
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