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Daniella D'Ambrosio :Out of bed at eight AMOut my head by half past tenOut with mates and dates and friendsThat's what I do at weekendsI can't talk and I can't walkBut I know where I'm going to goI'm going watch my money goAt the LocarnoWhen my feet go through the doorI know what my right arm is forBuy a drink and pull a chairUp to the edge of the dance floorBouncers bouncing through the nightTrying to stop or start a fightI sit and watch the flashing lightsMoving legs in footless tightsI go out on Friday nightAnd I come home on Saturday morningI go out on Friday nightAnd I come home on Saturday morningI like to venture into townI like to get a few drinks downThe floor gets packed the bar gets fullI don't like life when things get dullThe hen party have saved the nightAnd freed themselves from drunken stagsHaving fun and dancingIn a circle round their leather bagsI go out on Friday nightAnd I come home on Saturday morningI go out on Friday nightAnd I come home on Saturday morningBut two o'clock has come againIt's time to leave this paradiseHope the chip shop isn't closedCos' their pies are really niceI'll eat in the taxi queueStanding in someone else's spewWish I had lipstick on my shirtInstead of piss stains on my shoesI go out on Friday nightAnd I come home on Saturday morningI go out on Friday nightAnd I come home on Saturday morningI go out on Friday nightAnd I come home on Saturday morningI go out on Friday nightAnd I come home on Saturday morning