For Free

What a beautiful Friday
On her way to work in the morning
She checks the time
A quick glance to to the wrist
And her Thursday shopping list
It don't feel right

She says: I deserve
Another day for free

That day I had an appointment
I was feeling a little disjointed
Which I do inherently
Things that I had done ahead
All bring me to the newfound dread of
Physiotherapy

Should've said: Hold your horses
Before they crash into me

She said when I get to Hitchin
I'm gonna have 17 men in my kitchen
To pay for my weed
Because as a pretty girl in this society
I think that I'm entitled to
Complimentary tree

She said: I deserve
To get high for free



Credits
Writer(s): Carla Hockl
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