Songtext von Friday Night Square

Friday night, so let's go less a square But don't let go of money on the stairs Some black dude, he said, "Come along with me, I think I know the type of thing you need." I will wait, I will get anew I hope she comes and gets me pretty soon Feeling hard, trying to feel so mean I always hate these type of scenes Friday night, so let's go less a square But don't let go of money on the stairs I saw-jumped all the second on the wall Staring down, praise me to a song Sorry son, you're waiting till I'm through Don't pretend you don't know what to do I've seen your face in many times before When you leave, don't forget the door Friday night, so let's go less a square But don't let go of money on the stairs Some black dude, he said, "Come along with me, I think I know the type of thing you need." I will wait, I will get anew I hope she comes and gets me pretty soon Feeling hard, trying to feel so mean I always hate these type of scenes