![Ode to Joy 2 - Remo Drive](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/32847521639503925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 25.06.2020
Song language: English
Ode to Joy 2 |
Friday night, the open window breathes life |
And I detect New Amsterdam upon its breath |
It’s laughing uninhibited |
I hear it’s clumsy footsteps on the pavement, stumbling to bed |
Friday night, may I suggest the cooking wine? |
It’s salty in a tasteless way and young in age |
It pairs well with the mood today |
So pucker up and take a drink now quickly |
Oh what fun it is laughing at nothing |
By this age we all have it down |
A half full glass spills so easily |
But fear not, there’s always next round |
Friday night, tired neon slithers through a sign |
It stalks the wanderers of the night within plain sight |
And offers them a juicy bite of fruit aged long enough to be a very special |
kind of ripe |
And in those bites you’ll be amused |
Your lips will smack until they bruise |
Your appetite will be profuse |
Your tongue will clean your dishes too |
And when your make-out session ends |
The next one will quickly begin |
But this time from the other end |
As bile kisses your inner lips |
Oh what fun it is laughing at nothing |
By this age we all have it down (Woah, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) |
A half full glass spills so easily |
But fear not, there’s always next round |
Oh what fun it is drowning big nothing |
By this age we all have it down |
A half full glass spills so easily |
But fear not, there’s always next round |
Woah, oh-oh |