Larkin 25 - Girls Night Out By Liz Healey

It's girl's night out Rita gave me the shout, We're off on a crawl down road It's always all right On a Saturday night With a dry white wine and soda. Sheree's a bit down, She shops around town Since her job went bust at Croda. But she's all right On a Saturday night With a dry white wine and soda. Trace, she feels Doing hair on wheels It'll pay for a beat up Skoda. She'll give me a ride Gucci bag at her side For a dry white wine and soda. Now what shall I wear, Shall I re-dye my hair? I'll just give a ring to Rhoda. She's a bugger and a half Always game for a laugh With a dry white wine and soda. Me Mam'll baby sit, She'll do it if she's fit And me Dad stays stone cold sober. I could always ask me Nan She'd do it for a dram Or a white wine, sod the soda. I love a girl's night' I like a good fight To the bar and when that's over I'll eat my crisps And get real pissed On me dry white wine and soda.

Copyright Liz Healey 2010

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