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It was a Friday night

Another nocturnal delight

Just a time for fun and friends

Not even three seconds into the night

I've been struck by the bottle

A pack of cougars

The wild jackals in hideous form

When I turn my head, there is a legion

They smell of overpriced martinis and Talbots clothing

They like the youth and they think they still have it

You're old and proud, and on the prowl

Baby, just me buy me one more drink

And I'll pretend I'm your emotional friend

Three later, I'm completely reversed

In an unknown car

Cold leather seats and a DVD on the dash

I'm in an import van

Your sad and tired face just does not work for me

What I did tonight

You're fucking up my head

Your sad and tired face doesn't work for me

I have your head in my lap

To squeeze all the life from you

Not just young but also vicious