Every Friday I look like a shit,

Every Friday I look like a shit,

Every Friday I look like a shit,

I loooooooook like a shit.

 

 

But every Monday I am like a horn,

But every Monday I am like a horn,

But every Monday I am like a horn,

I aaaaaaaaam like a hoooooooooorn.

 

 

I work in the office of intercom,

I work in the office of intercom,

I work in the office of intercom,

Of iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinter cooooooom.

 

 

But every Monday I am like a horn,

And every Tuesday I am like a horn,

On Wednesday and Thursday I am a horn,

I aaaaaaaaaaaam like a hoooooooooooorn.

 

 

On every Friday I look like a shit,

My salary is more now a little bit.

But every Monday I am like a horn,

It looks as on Sunday I was born.

 

 

On Friday morning I am so glad

That by the evening I’ll look like a fad

Or may be like a dirty pig

Trying the ground to dig, dig, dig.

 

 

But…every Monday I am like a horn,

On certain Sunday I was born,

And every Friday I am like a shit.

My life is better........, a little bit.

 

 

More or less

It was my sincere confess.

Lol, lol, lol and loooooooool.

On every Friday there is no control.

 

 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska

March 16th ,2011