And I wished that I was drunk So I could blame it on the wine Wished that I was high So I could take it But there's nothing in my veins To steal the pain that comes around On Friday nights with plus one invitations.
And I wished that I was drunk So I could blame it on the wine Wished that I was high So I could take it But there's nothing in my veins To steal the pain that comes around On Friday nights with plus one invitations.
Ничто не может быть лучше зимнего вечера пятницы, проведенного в хорошей компании в уютном месте, где можно выпить в кругу друзей и вкусно поесть пищи, которую ты сам не готовил.