Thursday Night

Thursday night got a little crazy
Christina by my side
Midnight, things started gettin hazy
Til she set me right

That little girl's got a big ole bag
And that bag's fun as hell
She says she don't like cocaine but she loves the way it smells

Friday mornin I'm still snorin
Drunk as a hoot owl, baby
Christina tears them covers off
She don't feel like being lazy

She said "have a little toot of this, honey"
You'll be feeling swell
She says she don't like cocaine but she loves the way it smells

Saturday coulda come and gone
I was feeling pretty rough
Sweet Christina brought me over
'Bout a jar full of the stuff

I gave her 80 bucks so I could have some for myself
She says she don't like cocaine but she loves the way it sells
She says she don't like cocaine but she loves the way it sells
She says she don't like cocaine but she loves the way it smells



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Writer(s): Spencer Kilpatrick
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