I'm punching my card
Eight hours, for what?
Oh, tell me what I got
I've got this feeling
That time's just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town
Tonight I gotta cut loose, footloose, kick off your Sunday shoes
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3 comments:
Wowzers that is FAST.
Blessings,
Goose
Kevin Bacon eat your heart out:)
We got takeoff.
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