Stephen Koritta - Folly of Friends

She was spry but not spritely
He was high but not mighty
It was lust but just slightly
It was now and again
It's a breakable fever
A painful reliever
It's a dime in the meter
It's the folly of friends

It's the forty-hour weeks
The flush of the cheeks
It's two hides and no seeks
It's the sugar in the tea
It's the tip of a hand
The wishful command
It's a stop that's not planned
It's not cheap but it's free

Her hair in a braid
His five o'clock shade
It's the instrument played
It's the steam on the lens
It's the sleeper and the dream
It's a premium blend
It is deeper than it seems
It's the folly of friends

It's the tempest in a cup
It's a bottle of lightning
It's the rain letting up
It's the grip of love tightening
It's the comfort of the known
The groans and the grins
It's the interest on the loan
It's the folly of friends

It's the tempest in a cup
It's a bottle of lightning
It's the rain letting up
It's the grip of love tightening
It's the comfort of the known
The groans and the grins
It's the interest on the loan
It's the folly of friends

Written by:
Stephen Koritta

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