I”t’s Friday night in a lonely town,
I wonder what you’re doing in the city
It’s getting late, And nobody’s around,
I’m staring at your picture baby, You’re so pretty
I get the call from the 315,
They’re dancing to the rhythm on the south side
It’s Friday night and I’m feeling alright,
And that’s the bottom line, It going to be a good time”
“Even if I stopped wating you,
A perspective pushes through
I’ll be some next man’s other woman soon
Ah can I play myself again?
Or should I just be my own best friend?
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men.”
