Paroles de Friday

Friday's got her mind on lovin' Her evil eyes are on you, boy It promises to be a nightime Of uninterrupted joy...joy...joy What's she doing. Who's she screwing Leave it up to Friday. She's anyone's wife What's she doing. Who's she screwing Gonna be a lover for the rest of her life At fourteen you were such a sweet thing You helped your mama with the chores But now you find you're independence And got what you're looking for What's she doing. Who's she screwing Leave it up to Friday. She's anyone's wife What's she doing. Who's she screwing Gonna be a lover for the rest of her life