It’s Friday night and she is out with her besties.
She has worked hard all week and it’s time to let her hair down
They have some shots before they go, put themselves at their ease.
Need to forget the week and and their troubles drown.
Short skirts high heels, false lashes red lips
Tonight they are going out it is their playtime
They’ve all topped up with voddy, slight slurs weaving hips
Out they sally into the night, no coats, young girls in their prime
Early hours freezing cold , tights ripped heels broke
She has been sick and wet herself no shred of selrespect
Lying in her own mess shaking as she chokes
People passing by dissmiss her as a social reject.
OH! her friends had all left her there,she could die of shame
She hopes no one she knows has seen her staggering around
Why had she not taken care, not played that drinking game
Her face was gashed , her knee grazed where she’d fallen on the ground.
Too many young people and many many are girls binge drink read here
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