Wake up. Walk groggily to the laundry room, put clothes on wash, rinse, repeat cycle. Get back into bed. An hour later, wake up to the sound of the washing machine politely letting you know it’s weekend duties are done and now the ball is back in your court, (or the laundry back in your basket, hehe).
Make the morning coffee, sip it while rolling up the blinds to let the morning sun in. Leave a cup for Arjun Singh while he catches up with the news. Take the clothes basket to the clothesline. Still groggy.
Uh-oh sun’s still not out. And I woke up an hour early to wash these clothes.
Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for the place to go
na-uh, not me. The girls in the apartment next door and their radio. Can hear them laughing, singing along to the song.
They are definitely not groggy.
Where they play the right music, getting in the swing
You come in to look for a king
Anybody could be that guy, night is the young and the music’s highhhhhhhh
Night is young and the music’s high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
You’re in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance…
You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
This song is THE BOMB!
YOU can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen
Not groggy anymore.