Kind of a throwaway rocker written this summer just after getting back from a very sedate holiday at the lake. Apparently on a subconscious level I'd had other things on my mind.
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Closing Time
Summer's gone, it all went wrong
Now I'm back on my own again
Not trying to drown my sorrows yet
I'm just letting them take a swim
Out with my good time buddies
Not trying to be a lady's man
But in a few hours there'll be a change of plans
She'll be looking pretty good around closing time 2x
And then I'll say won't you spend some time with me
All I do everyday is work
This life makes me uptight
What can a man do but keep his friends
And look for some love at night
Well she's no beauty neither am I
But we've go nowhere to go
Strange things go down when the vino flows
She'll be looking pretty good around closing time 2x
And then I'll say won't you spend the night with me
Witching hour you gotta have a witch
And a broom to fly away
Magic potions and strange concoctions
Here they sell 'em by the keg
Under her spell to do her bidding
At least until tomorrow comes
All sins forgotten when we see the sun
She'll be looking pretty good around closing time 2x
And then I'll say won't you spend some time with me
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