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Saturday Night (The Curse Of The Club)

Saturday night, into Town  
City lights, hold me down  
Half beauties, prop up bars
Chicken fillets, push up bras
 
Dance floor calls, come n' dance
Night fever, crazy pants
Corny lines, necking wine
Last waltz, yours or mine?
 
Sweating, stop! I've slept with a minger
Not to mention, a dodgy finger
The curse of the club stripped me clean
If it was light, I could of seen
Written by Pete_25
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Author's Note
Sorry girls lol, us men know no better in our youth but now 40 I hope I've matured 🤣

Well you can tell by the way I use my walk
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk

Bee Gees - Night Fever (Saturday Night Fever)
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