House Party

You heard of late night Friday.

You heard of staying in.

You heard of going somewhere.

But you ain’t never been.

You stare right through the window,

Eyes pondering the rain.

I swear I saw God shed a tear

Into your pink champagne.

We never met our eyes before.

We never met our skin.

We heard of going somewhere.

But we ain’t never been.

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