My Happy Hour

OK, I have to admit that I love the Happy Hour at a bar,
where I can have beers and/or any other drinks at a half price.

But my Happy Hour these days is, when he calls me and says,
"how are you doing?" at the end of the day.

Every time he calls me, my heart is filled with joy.
He puts a big smile on my face.
And give me a warm feeling inside of me.
No other men have ever made me feel this way before.

I'm so waiting for his call tonight.
Waiting for my Happy Hour.