The Real Party Is Getting 7-9 Hours Of Sleep Every Night

It’s Friday night

And the bar is hoppin’.

Folks are tired

From Christmas shoppin’.

All around

Drinks off are toppin’

And fists do fly

And guys be droppin’

But I don’t know

What pills they’re poppin’

‘Cause my bed said “Hi”

And into it I drop in.

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