Knock on my door, you're on the porch, it's about 11: 30. That only means one or two things. Either you're a little bit lonely. or something ain't right, and judging by that tear in your eye.
Everybody waitin' for the weekend. Gettin' off five in the P.M.. Wanna blow off a little steam and. Go cut loose somewhere. . Folks start showin' up at seven.